The furze has taken over, according
to my mother, and soon will smother the
trees in their infancy. This rocky path
we walk once basked in the shadows of great
evergreen giants. Now the walls are all
green thorns and yellow flowers, not just the
walls but the floor too as hardy furze
pierces skyward from beneath the stones. In
occasional gaps I see the babies;
Sitka Spruce, not even as tall as I
am yet, and everywhere more green thorns
and yellow flowers. Such a long way from
Alaska. Why not smother them that do
not belong here? Has this land not seen more
than enough plantations? Has the furze here
taken over, or simply taken back?
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