In a rather lost corner of La Chaise meadows, land properly titled Les Fontenelles where there are indeed a few wet weather springs, there is a curious (to me) square of land that has been defined by the fencing. Half is grassland, half is scrub trees. Gradually we decided that a quarter of the trees were elms that were suffering slow death – probably from Dutch Elm disease that was prevalent then, the 1980’s.
Fortunately for the trees they were far enough from the house, not an important area for the future golf course and of no interest to the sheep. Every year the spindly elms would put out a few leaves, then die back. Every year one thought: should do something about the trees and each year it was unimportant.
Lo! We flourish – or nearly
Occasionally I wondered ‘Why so many young trees in one corner?’ ‘Why the square patch of rather poor grass?’ Never came up with an answer. Sometimes masterly inaction is the best solution. This year, nearly forty years later, perhaps the elms have outlived the disease.