I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a fascination for trees, be it because of their shape, size, colour or even oddity; I’ve always liked trees. Some people love flowers and even specific flowers such as roses or orchids and while I can appreciate them, they don’t hold the same feeling that I get when amongst magnificent, or not so magnificent trees. Even dead trees have an aura that no other plant, that I know of, can emulate. When simply a skeleton of its former self, a tree can still stand proud and tell a story. And nothing impresses me more than European trees and their great variety (at least down here in the south). That’s not to say I don’t like natives, but there’s something additional that European trees seem to express, surviving so far from their native homelands.