Have you found me for part two? The bloke was up the dodgy tree with what looked, from the bedroom window, like a bit of string to tie him on and a dinky little chainsaw, that didn’t look big enough to crack a nut. On the ground were the rest of the team with a woodchipper.
As you can see they are all looking up at him, wondering if he will fall, or the tree will fall with him in it. You can see how unsafe the big branches are, which is not surprising, the trees are over thirty five years old, at least.
He climbed right up to the most dangerous part of the damaged tree. Now all the team are looking at him and so was I. Amazingly the traffic behaved very well, drivers continued to drive slowly round the hazard.
Right up to the point at which it became so dangerous they had to stop the traffic. You can see by the road, how wet it was.
Then a lorry arrived for the big branches and the tree surgeon, having demolished half of the second tree, started on the one from which the first branch had fallen.
He began chopping it down while he was standing on it. Has this bloke not heard of gravity?
Though he did hide round the side of the trunk while the branch he has just cut was falling.
What is left is a stump and half a tree. I went and talked to the workers tidying up this morning. An expert will come to advise on the safety of the remaining half tree. I am hoping we don’t have another gale, as it is leaning right over the traffic looking very one sided.
In all this drama, no one was hurt and the area has been completely tidied up. People everywhere are fond of complaining about the local council; on this occasion I thought they covered themselves with glory in the rain.
We now have a largely uninterrupted view of all the traffic; trees are on my wish list.