Up on Folly Hill, in Wimpole Estate’s rolling parkland, stands this wonderful Turkey oak.
It’s limbs are spread wide across the hillside, twice the width to its height. I adore the way its branches are covered in shaggy leaves all the way along their length, right to the central trunk. I have great memories of our kids sitting on/clinging to those horizontal structures!
Lost limbs have only made its character more interesting.
Wouldn’t it be great to be sitting at its heart, surrounded by those immense green arms?
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What a great climbing tree. I smiled at Folly Hill, too. One of my best friends lives near Folly Beach in South Carolina.
Exactly! Although you might need a leg up first. Folly hill is topped with a gothic tower. Do you know how Folly beach got the name?
There’s a very brief and very interesting history here that includes the assertion that around the time of the Civil War it got its name, which refers to the dense foliage there.
Extraordinarily beautiful! Specimen trees like this have such presence, I can just imagine being there.
Thank you. I’m glad the oak’s presence was conveyed by the photos. There’s something about leaf-filtered green light that’s elusive to capture.
That is a majestic and wonderful tree, Allison! Those lost limb scars are beautiful.
Thanks Steve!
Magnificent. I used to love climbing trees, and this one looks perfect for that. 😃
Me too, Cathy! Thanks