Every unusual stone or hill around here seems to have a mythical story behind it,
whether a tall thin rock is a maiden turned to stone to save her from being captured by the persuing devil,
Or a hill that contains a giant that threw the large rock that now sits in the nearby churchyard,
Or the circle of stones that is really the remains of a petrified army...
Some of the comments from yesterday reminded me of this.
How easy it would be to imagine that row of trees as people.
Or this picture today, maybe they were once ill starred lovers who are now at last re-united in the form of two trees...