Although the clear nights are still cold the bright days suggest Spring. Little sign of fresh greenery in the trees up on Blacka. The first signs up here come later than in more sheltered spots on lower land. The large number of trees fed with weedkiller some seven years ago are mostly gone now having been left standing for all to see. But some of them remain, having dug in their heels and refused to die. It's hard to know whether to be more impressed by their stubborn heroism or angry at the callous industrial brutality of the operation.
A few of these trees can be identified by a few dead twigs usually near the top while the rest has mostly recovered. Others have suffered major structural failure while whole limbs remain unaffected.
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