In a quiet estate just outside the A12 motorway, if you are ever lucky enough to stop you might find a 500 year old settlement know to locals as “Marks Gate”.

A few months ago I was one of the lucky few who find themselves needing rest. While catching my breath, I stumbled across this hollow yet majestic tree. Something about the conflict between its grandeur and its brittleness captivated me and I know I had to return with an equally multifaceted subject.