The Hiding Place
When I was ten years old this old tree was a delight. Ancient and hollow inside, we children were able to crawl inside while mother did her shopping. We watched people pass on their way to and from the blacksmith, the grocer or the butcher, firmly believing they had no idea we were there. If we were lucky we would have been bought an ice lolly or a sweet to eat in the tree. It was often thought by visitors that it was an oak because of the eponymous pub in the Square. It was, I think, an elm.
Now the tree is long gone, replaced by something small but with nice seats around on a paved area where villagers can rest in the shade.
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RE: RE: The Hiding Place
I too have the same memory as Maggie of hiding inside the tree. As I recall, there were two ways of getting inside it. You could either crawl in at ground level where there was an almost triangle entrance, or you could climb up a bit and go over and in, but there was a bit that stuck out a bit which had been used as a hand guide. My grand father used to sell eggs to the people in the village. 45 yeas on, I keep a few chickens of my own now.
Comment from Brian Elliott on Thursday, 3rd February 2011.