Where once these mighty oaks were felled for the building of men o' war to thrash the cheese eating surrender monkeys, they are now hacked down in their prime for pure profit.
Yesterday, this colossal oak that has cast its shadow over our garden for over twenty years, is no more. Brutally chopped down to make way for a five bedroomed house. The only consolation is that I have made the developer sweat it out over the last six years, which has cost him no small amount of dosh in legal and architect fees.
Mrs K was in tears as the tree fellers moved in and it was her who recorded its demise that you can view on this page. She is convinced all the wildlife will disappear, although I have assured her they will keep on coming as long as we put out some grub for them.
So now we have got to look forward to a summer of building works right slap bang behind us. My fingers will be hovering over the phone in readiness to alert the Environmental Agency the minute they step out of line.
They may have won the battle, but the war goes on.
Nelson expects and it is the least I can do.