In deep dark wood the old woman stirred. All day long the noise had continued, the buzzing of huge saws, the rolling thunder of heavy yellow machines, and the ominous creak and roar as tree after tree fell – oak, chestnut and ash, all crashing to the torn earth below.
Hiding herself amongst the leaves she watched the men working. The time had come. She must care for and protect her treasures, move them. Her old bones ached and her head was addled thinking of it, but even she knew that it was century’s end and soon she must be gone …