Precious little. Which is pathetic given my interest in their principal customers. Oak, I know. Beech, yup. Er… that’s about it. What’s this, for instance? We planted it on mum’s grave, so I think it’s rowan. If I’ve got the right grave. It’s a tad overgrown now, which was the point.
Anyway, this is also a test of posting via phone before my sally up to Glasgow next weekend. Look out, Sally!
(Not a very successful test, given that I screwed up the email address – well, that means it may be secure – and the photo didn’t come through. Blogger is way easier for this!)