"When I first recognise it, there’s a sharp intake of breath. Surely that isn’t one tree? It’s so big and so part of its curtilage that its textured countenance seems to be locked into the ground. I can’t see a way into the heart of it. I move closer and find a gap in the canopy, but instantly I’m rejected. My bag snags on a fallen branch that rises from the leaf mould like a briny serpent. This tree is a labyrinth - it’s testing me." The Yew Tree at Llanfair Kilgeddin.
I have to admit, I'm drawn to yew trees as much as I am to churches. On some sites the yew predates the church and might have possibly been the original object of ritualistic devotion.
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