****in love a big tree. My old work was at a university whose grounds used to be a stately home’s gardens- and they loved big trees. The house was all gone but the arboretum had run wild for decades before the uni was built, a lot was lost to storms etc but a lot survives… so right outside my office window was one of the oldest giant redwoods in europe, literally from the first seeds brought from the US. Not the biggest, he’s in the wrong place and he’s broken and split into two tops but, pretty bloody good.
I’d never really thought much about this sort of thing but it was a good place to inspire a bit of thought- you could step out of a stressful meeting and in 2 seconds be in Endor. Aside from the redwoods there’s a load of other big examples, yuge red cedars right beside modern buildings, some massive old sycamores, a very ramshackle characterful cedar of lebanon, grand silver and noble firs, ponderosa and corsican and lodgepole pine and all sorts of cypress and acer… Like, I liked trees but trees plural, woods- I’d never really thought about individual trees
Imagine being Ted the gardener and the boss comes to you and says, plant this seedling, but plant it carefully because they grow to be the biggest trees in the world, but you’re Scottish in 1850 so the biggest tree you’ve ever seen was on the scale of a scots pine. So you plant it, you die, the entire family pretty much dies, the house dies, and eventually in 2023 a new Ted the gardener has to deal with these bloody ridiculous supertrees.
Once I’d started noticing them, I couldn’t stop- there’s loads of places like it, some botanical gardens like Dawyck started out exactly this way, the arboretum at dunkeld too, and pretty often the buildings are gone or mostly gone, or the estate has shrunk so the main survivors are the big-ass trees from the conifer craze. Or Drumlanrig where there’s a cool mix of modern forestry and old park trees. I’ve never made it to Cali to see the real big uns, I reckon when I do I might go a bit mad though