Origins of the Giant Redwood

On Friday night we were treated to an unexpected story from the wonderful Eileen Dillon of the National Trust. Her story is inspired by her travels in North America and her time at Killerton gardens, where she now works as Education Officer. In case you missed it – here’s another chance to hear her.

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  1. At most conferences you do not get story tellers, musicians and whittlers sat round a fire, and fire dancers chasing each other across a field. A green wristband and wooden name necklace only reinforced the festival atmosphere. The warm welcome and Somerset sight that greeted me on my arrival was a striped food tent masquerading as a circus big top, a three tipped tipi and some smaller yurts.
    On three mornings I saw the Sun rise crimson red, and on two saw the dawn seemingly ooze upwards from the ground, a thin layer of mist at its feet, before most of the tented temporary village had stirred. The stars in the bright sky were accompanied by lowing cattle, a tawny owl hooting and peeling church bells.
    The showers were warm and the food was to die for – I fear a weigh in and weigh out on leaving would have revealed worrying results. The conference was so well organised, that even the wished for warm weather fell into line.
    Piddle Wood was really the star of the show. I have never seen so many ancient oaks in one place with vast circumferences. Gordon dowsed for trees energy and we were encouraged to contemplate a tree for ten minutes. Being sat in woodland clearings seemed the natural place to discuss health and well being in the woods. The talks in the main tent were inspiring too with Mac explaining how we have to mount a campaign, get knocked down and regroup infinitum. Gavin distilled the essence of the project and Lisa was always animated. Eric told stories and wisdom as ancient as the trees seeped through to all that attended, more so for the conference being held without the confines of walls.
    Neroche and the Woodland Edge are my kind of project, my kind of place, filled with my kind of people. I have found my tribe.

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