Praa Sands, Cornwall, May 2021
Praa Sands was a regular summer pleasure in my childhood. On a recent visit, I was shocked to see the toll that erosion has taken in the last 50 years.
This solitary tree has descended from the gardens above and now stands grimly on the sands below. It immediately reminded me of the Pushkin Anchar(Анчар) poem, but the desiccated tree also had its own poetic words attached:
Copyright Debbie Smyth, 30 July 2021
Posted as part of Becky’s TreeSquare