Somewhere only we know…

The decimation of the woodland at St Ives doesn’t get any easier on the eye. It’s still a sad and desolate place. To rub salt in the wound, one of the remaining healthy trees has been blown over in a recent storm.


“I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin” - Somewhere Only We Know by Keane