Welcome to the Blog of Charles Sainsbury-Plaice Photography

Step inside the world through my lens. This is more than a gallery of images, it is a journey into the rural heartlands, ancient trees, and the fragile beauty of the environment. I’m Charles Sainsbury-Plaice, and over the past three decades I’ve devoted myself to capturing the stories, textures and light that define country life in the UK and beyond.

Here on the blog you’ll find:

Visual essays that transport you to woodlands, fields, remote landscapes and places where time seems to slow.
Reflections and insights with behind-the-scenes moments, thoughts on technique, and the inspirations that shape my photography.
Updates and news from ongoing projects, exhibitions and collaborations.

This blog is a place to pause, to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, and to connect with the stories that live within our landscapes.

Offa's Dyke Trees | Fine Art Tree Photography by Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

August 29, 2026  •  Leave a Comment

Walking with Family and Trees Along Offa's Dyke

Why Britain's Ancient Trees Deserve to be Seen as Works of Art

By Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

The first thing that caught my eye was not the view. It was a solitary hawthorn standing proudly above the valley. Twisted by decades, perhaps even centuries, of wind, frost, drought and the continual browsing of sheep, it looked more like a sculpture than a tree. Charlotte and Bertie continued along the path while, almost instinctively, I unpacked my Hasselblad X2D. For the next twenty minutes I photographed a tree that many walkers would probably have passed without a second glance.

That is the difference between walking with a photographer and walking with someone who simply carries a camera. After more than twenty years photographing Britain's most remarkable trees, I have learnt that every veteran tree has a story waiting to be discovered.

There are few better ways to spend a summer's day than walking through the Welsh Marches with family. My wife Charlotte, one of our four children, Bertie, and I recently walked the Offa's Dyke Path between Knighton and Kington. While they enjoyed the challenge of the miles beneath their boots, I found myself doing what I have done for much of my professional life, slowing down every few hundred yards to admire another remarkable tree. What should have taken a spritely walker 5.5 hours turned into 8 hours!

As a professional countryside, environmental and tree photographer, I have been fortunate to spend over two decades documenting some of Britain's most remarkable trees. My work has been exhibited at Sotheby's as part of The Queen's Green Canopy project and published in the official book The Queen's Green Canopy, celebrating seventy Ancient Trees and seventy Ancient Woodlands to mark Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II's Platinum Jubilee. I also work regularly with the Woodland Trust, using photography to tell the story of Britain's extraordinary arboreal heritage and the vital role trees play in our landscapes.

For this walk I carried my Hasselblad X2D together with a selection of XCD lenses. The extraordinary resolution and tonal range of the system allow me to photograph trees not simply as features within a landscape, but as individual living works of art, revealing every fold of bark, every weathered limb and every shaft of light filtering through ancient woodland.

Every tree has its own character.
Every ancient woodland has its own atmosphere.
Every landscape tells its story through the trees that have shaped it.

This walk was no exception.

A Landscape Written by Trees

The ridge between Knighton and Kington offers some of the finest views along this section of the Offa's Dyke Path and beyond.

landscape-offas-dyke-worsall-wood-hanter-hilllandscape-offas-dyke-worsall-wood-hanter-hill-charles-sainsbury-plaiceLooking from Offas Dyke towards the Hogback Hills ©Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Looking across rolling hills, patchwork fields and wooded valleys, it becomes obvious that trees are far more than decoration. Hedgerow oaks, ash trees climbing steep valleys, veteran hawthorns clinging to exposed ridges and scattered woodlands together define the character of the Welsh border country.

Remove the trees and much of what makes this landscape beautiful disappears with them.

Their roots hold the soil together. Their canopies soften the skyline. Their presence connects centuries of farming, wildlife and human history.

The weather could hardly have been better. A deep blue sky, scattered white clouds and warm late summer sunshine illuminated the landscape. Yet the prolonged dry spell was equally apparent. The hillsides were golden, the grasses crisp beneath our feet and the fields carried the unmistakable colours of a countryside thirsty for rain. Against that backdrop, the trees stood out all the more, islands of green resilience in an increasingly parched landscape.

The Veteran Hawthorns

Perhaps the greatest surprise of the day were the hawthorns.

lone-hawthorn-tree-offas-dykelone-hawthorn-tree-offas-dykeLone Hawthorn on Hawthorn Hill Offas Dyke by ©Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Standing alone on exposed hillsides, many have clearly endured decades, perhaps even centuries, of relentless wind, frost, drought and the continual browsing of sheep. Their trunks have twisted into extraordinary natural sculptures while their branches reach skywards in forms that no artist could ever invent.

These are not neglected trees.

They are veteran trees in every sense, shaped by weather, grazing animals and time itself.

As a photographer, I find trees like this endlessly fascinating because they possess something impossible to manufacture.

Character.

Every scar records another winter survived.
Every hollow has become home to insects, fungi or birds.
Every twisted limb tells another chapter in an extraordinary life.

Giants of the Woodland

Further along the ridge we encountered magnificent veteran oaks.

ancient-oak-offas-dyke-tree-photographyancient-oak-offas-dyke-tree-photographyAncient Oak tree on Offas Dyke photographed by Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Some possessed enormous hollow trunks. Others spread vast limbs across the woodland floor, creating entire ecosystems beneath their canopies. Mosses, lichens, fungi, insects, bats and birds all depend upon these ancient living structures.

These trees are not simply old.

They are among Britain's richest habitats.

The older an oak becomes, the more valuable it often becomes to wildlife.

Standing beneath them reminds us how insignificant our own lifetimes really are.

Some may already have been mature when generations of travellers crossed these hills long before the modern walking trail existed.

Ash, Field Maple and Reasons for Optimism

One of the most encouraging sights was the number of magnificent ash trees.

healthy-ash-tree-offas-dykehealthy-ash-tree-offas-dykeHealthy Ash Trees on Offas Dyke near Kington ©Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Across much of Britain, ash dieback has transformed familiar landscapes, yet here many mature specimens appeared healthy, vigorous and full of life. Whether these individuals possess some form of resistance to the disease or have simply escaped infection remains to be seen, but seeing them flourishing offered genuine optimism.

Equally striking were the beautiful field maples, one of Britain's most understated native trees. Rarely the largest or oldest species, they nevertheless contribute enormously to our hedgerows and ancient woodlands, providing exceptional autumn colour and supporting a remarkable diversity of insects and wildlife.

field-maple-offas-dyke-walesfield-maple-offas-dyke-walesLarge Field Maple Tree Offas Dyke near Evenlode and the River Lugg. ©Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

It is often the quieter species that help define the character of a landscape.

Granner Wood and the Woodland Trust

One particularly encouraging moment came as we entered Granner Wood, cared for by the Woodland Trust.

Having worked with the Woodland Trust on a number of projects over the years, it was especially rewarding to see first hand the careful restoration taking place here.

granner-wood-woodland-trust-offas-dykegranner-wood-woodland-trust-offas-dykeGranner Wood entrance on Offas Dyke owned and managed by The Woodland Trust ©Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Like many woods across Britain, parts of Granner Wood were planted with conifers during the twentieth century. Today those areas are gradually being restored towards native broadleaved woodland, allowing ancient woodland habitats to recover.

Woodland restoration rarely attracts the same attention as planting new forests.

Yet restoring ancient woodland is every bit as important.

Ancient woodland cannot simply be recreated. It represents centuries of uninterrupted ecological continuity. Once lost, it is effectively irreplaceable.

Protecting what survives is one of the greatest gifts we can leave future generations.

Trees Are More Than Beautiful

Trees are often admired simply because they are beautiful.

But they are so much more.

They clean the air we breathe.
They capture and store carbon.
They cool our towns and countryside.
They reduce flooding.
They stabilise fragile soils.
They support thousands of species of plants, insects, birds and mammals.
They make our landscapes more resilient.

As our climate becomes warmer and increasingly unpredictable, trees face mounting pressures from prolonged droughts, heatwaves, flooding, storms, invasive pests and emerging diseases. Alongside these natural challenges come human pressures, where short term commercial interests can all too easily outweigh the immense environmental, cultural and historical value of mature trees and ancient woodland.

No amount of tree planting can replace a veteran oak or an ancient woodland that has taken centuries to develop.

Every ancient tree we lose is the loss of an entire living ecosystem.

Photographing Trees as Works of Art

offas-dyke-kingtonoffas-dyke-kingtonOffas Dyke with Oak Trees near Knighton clearly showing the original ditch and bank ©Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

People often ask why I devote so much of my photography to trees.

The answer is simple.

To me they are among Britain's greatest works of art.

Over the past two decades I have photographed trees across Britain, from the ancient yews of Welsh churchyards and the mighty oaks of historic estates to windswept hawthorns clinging to upland ridges, the iconic beeches of Watership Down and many of Britain's most celebrated veteran trees.

In 2022 I was commissioned, alongside fellow photographer Adrian Houston, to photograph seventy Ancient Trees and seventy Ancient Woodlands across the United Kingdom for the official Queen's Green Canopy project, created to celebrate Her Late Majesty Queen Elizabeth II's Platinum Jubilee. The resulting photographs were exhibited at Sotheby's in London before being published in the official book The Queen's Green Canopy, for which His Majesty King Charles III wrote the foreword.

That experience reinforced something I have long believed.

Britain's greatest natural monuments deserve to be appreciated in exactly the same way as great architecture, sculpture or painting.

No sculptor can match the elegance of a veteran beech.
No architect could design the complexity of an ancient oak.
No painter could invent the patterns of sunlight filtering through a mature woodland.

Photography allows us to preserve these moments, not simply as records, but as portraits of living individuals whose stories continue to shape our landscapes.

My hope is that these photographs encourage people to slow down, look more closely and perhaps discover their own favourite tree.

Because conservation rarely begins with legislation.

It begins with affection.

Only when people value something do they truly begin to protect it.

Sharing a Love of Trees

Perhaps my favourite memory of the day was not one particular photograph.

It was sharing these remarkable trees with Charlotte and Bertie.

They came for the walk.
I came for the trees.

By the end of the day I think we all came away with a little of each other's enthusiasm.

People and dog on walk on Offas Dyke posing for a photoPeople on Offas DykeStanley, Bertie and Charlotte take a rest along Offas Dyke walk

That, perhaps, is one of the greatest gifts we can pass on to future generations.

Not simply a love of walking.
Not simply a love of trees.

But an understanding that Britain's landscapes are richest when families spend time together outdoors, discovering the natural world one path, one woodland and one remarkable tree at a time.

If these photographs encourage even a handful of people to pause beneath an ancient oak, notice a veteran hawthorn on a hillside or spend a little longer wandering through an old woodland, then they have achieved exactly what I hope my photography can do.

Trees are not simply part of the landscape.

They are the landscape.

They are living monuments to Britain's natural history, shaping the places we love, sustaining the wildlife around us and quietly providing the air we breathe.

For me, there can be no greater privilege than telling their story through a camera. And on a beautiful walk along Offa's Dyke, shared with family, I was reminded once again why they remain among the most inspiring subjects any photographer could hope to encounter.

About the Author

Charles Sainsbury-Plaice is a British countryside, environmental and royal photographer specialising in ancient trees, woodland landscapes and Britain's living natural heritage. His photographs formed part of The Queen's Green Canopy project, were exhibited at Sotheby's, and published in the official commemorative book The Queen's Green Canopy. He works regularly with the Woodland Trust and other conservation organisations, using photography to promote biodiversity, climate resilience and appreciation of Britain's remarkable trees. Working primarily with the Hasselblad X2D system, his fine art tree photography seeks to portray Britain's ancient trees as living works of art.


From The Queen's Green Canopy to Downing Street: Why Trees Teach Us to Think in Centuries

July 21, 2026  •  Leave a Comment

Why Trees Teach Us to Think in Centuries

By Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Some books become part of history without anyone quite realising it at the time.

Working as one of the principal photographers on The Queen's Green Canopy was one of the greatest privileges of my career. Over the course of a year, I photographed more than half of the ancient trees and woodlands featured throughout the book, which was published to celebrate Her Late Majesty Queen Elizabeth II's Platinum Jubilee.

The project took me from some of Britain's oldest yew trees to majestic oaks, beeches and ancient woodlands that have witnessed centuries of our national history. Each tree carried its own story, but together they told a much larger one. Trees connect generations in a way few other living things can.

The Foreword was written by HM The King, reflecting his lifelong commitment to the countryside and the environment. Contributors came from many different walks of life, each sharing their own reflections on the importance of trees.

One of those contributors was Andy Burnham, then Mayor of Greater Manchester. His contribution appears on page 103.

Reading his words again, now in the context of his appointment as Prime Minister, prompted me to reflect on how environmental thinking has evolved within British public life.

Trees as Part of Society

Andy Burnham's contribution was not simply about planting trees. It recognised something much broader.

Trees improve the quality of the air we breathe. They help reduce flooding, cool our towns and cities, support wildlife and create healthier places in which to live. They are part of the social fabric of our communities as much as they are part of the natural landscape.

This understanding has gradually become more widely accepted. Successive political leaders have approached the environment in different ways, reflecting the challenges of their own times.

Harold Macmillan understood stewardship through his lifelong interest in woodland and forestry. Margaret Thatcher helped place climate science on the international political agenda. Theresa May's 25 Year Environment Plan set out the ambition for England to become the first generation to leave the natural environment in a better state than it inherited.

Today, climate resilience, biodiversity recovery, water quality and natural capital have become central to discussions about Britain's future.

Yet there remains a paradox.

We have never understood more about the importance of nature, yet nature itself continues to face enormous pressure.

Nature and the Economy

For many years, environmental protection and economic growth were presented as competing priorities. I believe that distinction is increasingly outdated.

A healthy natural environment is not separate from a successful economy. It is one of its foundations.

Healthy rivers can reduce water treatment costs. Woodlands store carbon, slow the movement of water through the landscape and support physical and mental wellbeing. Healthy soils underpin productive farming. Nature attracts visitors, sustains rural businesses and provides renewable materials for construction, furniture and manufacturing.

Governments, businesses and investors increasingly understand the economic importance of natural capital. The harder task is rebuilding our relationship with the natural world, so that woodlands, rivers and wildlife are not simply treated as environmental assets, but as living parts of our culture, economy and communities.

Nature should be economically valuable, but not economically exploited. The challenge is to create systems in which the responsible use of natural resources supports their long term recovery and resilience.

temperate rainforest at sunset in North WalesCSPCoedCorsYGedolB9683603Temperate Rainforest in North Wales

Have We Lost Our Wood Culture?

Photographing Britain's ancient trees has left me wondering whether we have gradually lost something that previous generations understood instinctively.

Our wood culture.

For centuries, woodland was woven into everyday life. It provided timber for homes, ships, furniture, fencing and tools. It supported foresters, coppice workers, sawyers, wheelwrights, charcoal burners and countless rural crafts.

Woodland had value because it was understood, managed and used. Skills were passed from one generation to the next, while working woods provided employment, materials, wildlife habitats and a close relationship between people and place.

Today, we rightly celebrate the planting of millions of trees, but planting is only the beginning.

The real measure of success is not simply how many trees go into the ground. It is how many survive, establish and thrive over the following fifty, one hundred or even three hundred years.

That requires good planning, suitable species selection, protection from browsing, sufficient water during establishment, continuing management and people with the skills and commitment to care for them.

Many organisations are already doing remarkable work to protect ancient trees, establish new woodlands and help communities reconnect with trees.

The Woodland Trust campaigns for the protection of ancient woodland and veteran trees while supporting woodland creation across the United Kingdom.

Action Oak brings together organisations working to protect the nation's oak trees from pests, diseases and other threats.

Trees for Cities works with communities to plant and care for trees in towns and cities, helping more people experience the health, social and environmental benefits of urban trees.

City of Trees is growing Greater Manchester's urban forest, creating greener places, supporting health and wellbeing and developing practical green skills. 

More Trees supports tree planting projects that can also provide employment, skills and wider social benefits for local communities. 

The Tree Council brings together communities, organisations and government with the shared aim of caring for trees and creating lasting change. 

The Sylva Foundation is particularly relevant to the idea of rebuilding a British wood culture. Its work connects forest stewardship with the responsible use of home grown timber, training, innovation and rural enterprise. 

Together with foresters, farmers, landowners, researchers, charities and thousands of volunteers, these organisations remind us that tree planting is not a single event. It is the beginning of a long responsibility.

Perhaps our national ambition should therefore be greater than simply planting more trees.

Perhaps we should seek to rebuild Britain's relationship with woodland by using more home grown timber, investing in forestry skills, supporting rural employment and managing woods for both biodiversity and sustainable production.

This could also bring wider benefits. Woodland work can provide purpose, practical skills, community involvement and meaningful contact with the natural world. These are increasingly recognised as important contributors to physical health and mental wellbeing.

Planting Is Only the Beginning

autumnal woodland scene featuring beech treesoversleywoodautumnForestry Commission managed woodland in Warwickshire

A newly planted tree is not yet a woodland.

Its future depends on careful establishment and continuing stewardship. Young trees may need protection from deer, livestock and competing vegetation. They may require watering during periods of drought and management as conditions change.

Success should not be measured only by the number of trees planted in a single season. It should also be measured by survival rates, healthy growth, ecological value and the ability of new woodlands to become resilient parts of the wider landscape.

This is especially important as the climate changes. The trees we plant now may experience very different temperatures, rainfall patterns, pests and diseases during their lifetimes.

We therefore need to combine the protection of ancient trees and native woodland with thoughtful planning for the future. That means selecting trees suited to local soils and landscapes while also considering the conditions they may face in fifty or one hundred years.

Thinking in Centuries

The greatest lesson I learnt while working on The Queen's Green Canopy came not from the people I met, but from the trees themselves.

Every ancient oak, beech and yew had survived monarchs, governments, wars and countless Prime Ministers.

They remind us that while politics often measures success in years, nature measures it in centuries.

Perhaps that should influence how we think about environmental leadership.

We should not simply ask how many trees were planted, but whether they survived.

We should not simply celebrate strategies and targets, but ask whether future generations will inherit cleaner rivers, richer wildlife, healthier soils and more resilient landscapes.

We should also ask whether the trees planted today will become the productive woods, wildlife habitats and ancient trees of the future.

That, to me, is the enduring message of The Queen's Green Canopy.

It was never simply about planting trees.

It was about stewardship.

It was about legacy.

Above all, it was about recognising that the decisions we make today will shape Britain's landscape long after we are gone.

Have we lost our wood culture, and what should we do to rebuild it?


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Exploring Transylvania’s Living Landscapes

May 17, 2026  •  Leave a Comment

A photographic journey through ecology, heritage, and rural culture

View towards Carathian MountainsView towards Carathian Mountains

Earlier this year I travelled to Transylvania on what was intended to be a fact-finding visit, exploring the possibility of developing a series of small, immersive BioCultural Tours in one of Europe’s most remarkable and least understood landscapes.

As a photographer, dendrologist, and ecologist, I have always been drawn to places where landscape, biodiversity, and human culture remain deeply connected. In much of Europe, that relationship has become fragmented or lost altogether. In Transylvania, however, it still survives in a way that feels both rare and profoundly important.

This was not simply a photography trip. It was an opportunity to better understand how traditional farming, woodland management, craftsmanship, biodiversity, and village life have coexisted here for centuries, creating landscapes that are not only beautiful but ecologically rich and culturally resilient.

Based in and around the village of Apos, I spent time walking through species-rich wildflower meadows, ancient wood pastures, beech forests, and traditional Saxon villages, meeting many of the people working to protect and restore these landscapes and communities. The pace of life here feels entirely different from much of modern Europe — quieter, slower, and more connected to seasonality and the rhythms of the land.

One of the most striking aspects of the journey was the extraordinary biodiversity that survives within these traditional agricultural systems. The landscapes support deer, foxes, wild boar, beavers, and an abundance of birdlife including hoopoes, bee-eaters, storks, woodpeckers, and birds of prey. Wolves still survive in the surrounding wilderness regions, existing alongside rural communities in a delicate balance that has largely disappeared elsewhere.

Photographically, the region offers endless inspiration. Morning mist drifting across hay meadows, ancient oak trees standing alone in wood pastures, fortified churches emerging above village roofs, traditional horse and cart transport, craftsmen working by hand, and the remarkable textures and colours of a living rural landscape shaped over centuries.

Pear PasturePear PasturePear pasture with snow clad Carpathian Mountains in the background

During the trip I also visited a number of restoration and conservation projects connected to local communities and heritage organisations, including initiatives supported by HM King Charles III. These projects are not simply about preserving old buildings; they are about sustaining entire cultural landscapes and the ecological knowledge embedded within them.

What became increasingly clear throughout the journey was that Transylvania is not a museum or a nostalgic recreation of the past. It is a living landscape that still functions through relationships between people, land, wildlife, and tradition. Yet these systems are fragile and increasingly under pressure from modernisation, migration, industrial agriculture, and economic change.

The purpose of these future BioCultural Tours is not simply to “visit” Transylvania, but to experience and better understand these landscapes through direct engagement with the people who live and work within them. By travelling in small groups, we hope to create opportunities for meaningful conversations, deeper access, and a slower, more thoughtful way of exploring.

A bowl of soup in RomaniaCiorbă Soup with dumplings

As both a photographer and someone deeply engaged in ecology, trees, and environmental stewardship, I came away from this visit feeling that the lessons found here extend far beyond Romania itself. They raise important questions about how we manage land, protect biodiversity, sustain rural communities, and reconnect culture with ecology in a rapidly changing world.

Over the coming months I’ll be sharing more images and reflections from the journey, alongside details of the planned tours for those interested in experiencing these landscapes firsthand.

For me, this was not simply a research trip. It was a reminder that some of the most valuable ideas for the future may still be found in places that have managed to hold onto the wisdom of the past.

 

 


Where the Yews Came First

September 07, 2025
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Armed with my stylish Swedish photography assistant, a Hasselblad X2D camera, a selection of equally beautiful lenses, tripod and lights, I set off for the Radnorshire village of Llanfihangel Nant Melan, the church of St Michael by the Summergill brook. The reason was simple: an earlier discovery of a dragon myth, and the knowledge of a ring of ancient yew trees tied to it. I had already photographed the yews at two of the other sites in the story, and this visit would bring me closer to completing the circle. The thought of these trees, older than the church and older perhaps than the tale itself, fuelled me with an eagerness to see them for myself.

 

 

 

The A44 wound through the hills ahead of me, the long road that carries travellers from Oxford to Aberystwyth over the spine of mid-Wales. Long before the tarmac the road was raised in local stone as a turnpike, and earlier still it was a drovers’ way, its soil and rock beaten hard by hooves as cattle were moved east to the English markets. I passed the Fforest Inn, a sixteenth-century inn where herds were once driven east through the uplands. Cattle came first, but flocks of sheep and hardy Welsh ponies were also moved along the same road. Then its benches were filled with farmers, farm labourers, foresters, hunting parties, and the drovers themselves. Now the clientele has changed. Local inhabitants still call in, joined by holiday makers and travellers, and in summer the motorcyclists who lean into the bends of the A44 before stopping here on their way through the hills. The building remains a pause in the road, a place of shelter before the descent into the valley.

 

 

 

To my left rose Mynd Hill, its slopes bare and sweeping, cut and drawn out by the slow labour of ice. The valley opened. The wind suddenly picked up, rushing through the ice-hewn gap and whistling through the windows of my wife’s Jeep. The old workhorse of a vehicle, usually kept for towing a horsebox, seemed to strain into the gusts. The wind grew stronger with every furlong closer, as if the place itself had summoned it. I felt a flicker of unease, like a scene from The Omen when weather bends to something unseen. I was staying until dusk, and the thought of night closing in gave the air a sharper edge. In truth the sudden shift was most likely the work of one of the large dark clouds that hung over one of the distant hills, dropping its load of welcome rain onto the droughted hillsides. Even so, the gusts carried with them a strange energy, as if the land itself exhaled in relief.

 

 

 

I arrived at the church and parked in the car park of another old drovers’ inn, The Red Lion. By coincidence it had been a favoured overnight stop for my wife Charlotte’s grandfather on his way to a remote holiday cottage near Machynlleth, a place he returned to for four decades. The sense of passage along this road seemed to deepen: drovers with their herds, travellers on their way west, and now my own small pause before stepping into the yard of St Michael’s.

 

 

 

Yet when I stepped through the gate into the churchyard the air changed. It became calm, barely a breeze, as though the yews themselves held the wind at bay. The trees stood dense and heavy, their branches knitted tight above me, and in their shadow the restless valley seemed far away. Even the sound of the road fell back. Time slowed, and the stillness pressed close, not empty but waiting.

 

 

 

St Michael’s stood on its raised platform, a modest nineteenth-century Norman revival building set against the slope. Long before the surviving bell of 1633 was hung in the west gable, there may have been others, medieval bells now lost to time, and before them only the yews themselves to sound the sanctity of the place.

 

 

 

There the yews rose, each one different. Some were split open, their hollowed trunks gaping like caverns, dark enough to step inside. Others stood solid and whole, their bark ridged and furrowed, their crowns thick with evergreen shade. Roots pressed into the stones. Gravestones cut from the same local stone leaned against them. Orange light from the falling sun fell thin through the branches, green and heavy. At the base of one of the yews a long stone lay half-buried, a quiet fragment that may be the last trace of a prehistoric ring, echoed in the Bronze Age circles and menhirs of the surrounding hills, although its age is still unknown.

 

 

 

The tale says a dragon came out of Radnor Forest and laid waste to the land. Michael the archangel fought it here, and when it fell, four churches were built in a circle to hold it down. St Michael’s is one of them, a mark on the body of the beast.

 

 

 

But the yews were here first. Long before the nave. Long before the bells. Across Britain such trees marked the sacred ground of the old world. Evergreen, poisonous, long lived, they carried both death and renewal. It may be that these were planted by people who came before, to make the valley holy. The church and its trees sit beside the A44, the same line that was once a turnpike and earlier still a drovers’ way. Beyond the yard a linear bank and mill earthworks lie on the valley floor, raised and edged with the same stone taken from the hill. Every layer speaks of movement and marking, track, stone, tree, church, each one built upon another.

 

 

 

Coiled trunks like the dragon’s body. Hollows torn open like wounds. Branches spread like wings pressed to earth. The story is written there, not in stone, but in wood.

 

 

 

So the churchyard holds more than one layer. Pagan grove beneath Christian yard. Beast into saint’s triumph. Fire into shade. At the centre the yews remain, older than the story, rooted still in the valley. They are the same circle of trees that drew me on from one site to another, each visit another step into the myth.

 

 

 

The dragon of Radnor is not gone. It breathes in the trees, its fire living now as green flame, the same flame that caught the last orange light of the sun, although its true age, like the stone beneath the yew, is still unknown.

 

 

 

 

 

 


The Linton Yew

July 22, 2024

The Linton Yew, Herefordshire - Ancient Yew  Trees by Charles Sainsbury-Plaice

Nestled within the tranquil grounds of St. Mary's Church in Linton, Herefordshire, stands the remarkable Linton Yew. This ancient tree, potentially as old as 1500 years, is a testament to the enduring power of nature. With its vast girth and hollowed-out trunk, the Linton Yew commands a sense of reverence and wonder.

The site itself is steeped in history. The earliest architectural features of St. Mary's Church date back to the 12th century, yet it is believed that the location had been a significant site long before the advent of Christianity, likely serving as a pagan worship area. This deep historical connection adds to the mystique and cultural significance of the yew tree.

Yew trees, especially the English yew (Taxus baccata), are known for their incredible longevity and resilience. Despite their durability, they are not immune to threats. The Linton Yew faced one of its greatest challenges in 1998 when it was deliberately set on fire. This act of vandalism severely damaged the tree, but the Linton Yew's story did not end there. In a remarkable display of nature's regenerative capacity, the tree has made a significant recovery over the past sixteen years.

Today, visitors to the Linton Yew can witness its extraordinary resilience firsthand. Inside the tree, a five-foot internal stem is visible, symbolizing its ongoing vitality. New secondary wood has grown over the old white wood on both sides of the cavity facing the path, further illustrating the yew's remarkable ability to heal and renew itself.

These images were photographed with a Hasselblad X2D - utilising Zeiss and Hasselblad lenses.

Charles Sainsbury-Plaice is a distinguished British landscape and environmental photographer who has dedicated over 30 years to capturing rural life and landscapes, primarily within the British Isles. His prolific career includes over 200 covers and numerous editorials for leading countryside publications such as The Field Magazine, Country Life, and Horse and Hound, along with a number of book projects. For three decades, Charles has also served as a photographer for the Duchy of Cornwall, documenting numerous private visits and events with the previous Duke and creating rural portraits of His Majesty the King. His work with the Duchy ignited a profound interest in woodland and trees, culminating in a significant project photographing 70 ancient trees and woodlands dedicated to the late Queen Elizabeth II’s 70-year reign. This work was showcased in a 300-page coffee table book and a three-week exhibition at Sotheby’s in London, titled "The Queen’s Green Canopy." Charles's dedication to rural photography has made him a prominent figure in his field.
 

 

The Linton Yew textureThe Linton Yew texture1500 years of growth - this was growing at the time of King Alfred The Linton YewThe Linton Yew 1500 years of growth - this was growing at the time of King Alfred


A taste of Transylvania

December 06, 2022  •  1 Comment

Transylvania is a beautiful unspoilt region within Romania. I was lucky enough to spend two weeks there recently photographing for The World on Horseback and for a forthcoming horse riding article for the Telegraph travel supplement, with Fiona Bruce. A visit to Transylvania is like travelling back in time. No fences, few cars, clean air, historic buildings in abundance and a diversity of flora and fauna which is the envy of the rest of Europe. We are so fortunate that there are still places like this left on the planet and good people who are trying to preserve its way of culture for future generations to enjoy. Transylvania on horsebackTransylvania on horseback

 

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