Even in the depths of winter trees can be extraordinarily beautiful. Here a lime tree's branches break up the harsh geometric lines of the village church bell tower.
Jackdaws look as if they are deciding to roost in their lime tree in the late winter afternoon, about an hour before sunset.
A magnificent young oak in one of the village fields.
Not far from the oak a row of willow trees catches the eye with their glowing branches.
On the road out of the village young oak trees hang on to their dead leaves.
Trees line the edge of a muddy winter field.
Stag-headed oaks proclaim their ancient wisdom, presiding over a field not far from our house.
