Til Death us Do Part

Always get a little sad when a tree comes down and this one got caught in the December storms taking his neighbouring wall with him.
Morning walk for the Sunday papers got me to musing as to whether this was a pact, seeing as they have lived side by side for at least fifty years. Romantic thoughts of the wall nurturing a little seedling, then sapling then a budding tree only for both to be destroyed by a huff and a puff of wind.