There are a row of pine trees along the side of the lane behind our house which I can see from my office window. They are at their most majestic in the winter with snow resting on their tops and their bark glowing golden in the setting sun. In the storms of the past few weeks the sound, as they swayed in the high wind, has been like crashing waves on a shore and soothing in a rugged sort of way. I have looked out on those trees for more than twenty years and never tire of the view.
If HS2 happens the whole row will be cut down to allow for the road to be widened for construction traffic. This will make me sad.