Trees......where to start? My love of trees comes from a childhood spent on a Norfolk farm where forestry played a huge part. Many of the trees in the woods there today were planted by my grandfather some 80 years ago. My father continued the tradition of planting and nurturing and one of my brothers is doing the same today. The other brother is a tree surgeon. I guess it's in the blood! Trees are 'life'. Givers of oxygen and processors of our 'fumes' - we cannot be without them; homes to many, whether a flourishing oak in its prime, or a fallen trunk on the forest floor - there will be residents in both. Now, living in Cumbria, I am friends with some truly magnificent trees, many of which I watch through the seasons, and I can often be found in the woods with my camera in hand and my Black Labrador, Hovis, trotting along somewhere close by. We both share the same delight in the woods but for different reasons - I like to capture the imagery and he mainly likes to pee on the trees and rush at break-neck speeds between them. Each to their own.