This drawing features a beech tree that had been cut back many times over the years; originally a hedge, it would have formed part of an ancient enclosure. Regrown over the years and standing proud, the tangle of many trunks grow defiantly in spite of its abuse. Still here, this tree forms one of a ring of old beech trees around a sort of empty space, or arena, in woodland that borders an Iron Age Hill fort. I wonder how many human dramas have unfolded here over the centuries. Now it’s a peaceful place, with just a path meandering down the hillside.