They cling to flat horizons, bent and wizenedby the north wind’s blast, sculpted intogiants, witches, hobgoblins and dragons. Here and there they come together,in woods, copses and swathes of ancient forest,huddling against the weather. Once they commanded the landscape,a place to hide, to sleep, to love:broad-leaved warriors that escaped Bronze Age deforestation, Norfolk trees—if they […]