Speaking of planes falling to the ground ...

[Ash]

During the heatwave much bark was shed from the London Plane trees, which have thrived in London as their bark was historically resistant to the pollution - or something.

Anyhoo, this bark would fall off in crispy chunks which when trodden on gave the most satisfying crunch ever.

:-)

[Sir C]

During the heatwave much bark was shed from the London Plane trees, which have thrived in London as their bark was historically resistant to the pollution - or something.

Anyhoo, this bark would fall off in crispy chunks which when trodden on gave the most satisfying crunch ever.

:-)

You're familiar, of course, with the poem?

Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.

Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.

Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.

Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.

[Ash]

You're familiar, of course, with the poem?

Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.

Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.

Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.

Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.

Excellent! :clap:

[Sir C]

Excellent! :clap:

Just something I tossed off in a moment of reverie.