I have been running under its canopy, sometimes as often as three times a week, for over thirty years; and yet it was only a month or two ago that I really noticed what a magnificent specimen it is. It's an oak tree next to the bridleway up to the Outwoods. It's not old enough to be gnarled or twisted; probably less than 200 years old. It has a straight trunk but, being a lone tree in a hedgerow, it is not especially tall; instead, its branches have a huge horizontal span.
I have obviously been concentrating too much on where I am putting my feet all these years, and not looking upwards enough.