Realisations of my mortality – A Jubilee Wood

Funny how things come to you.  I was preparing to plant the first trees in our village’s Jubilee Wood when I realised that the chances of my seeing it in fifty years time are slim, to say the least.  I know my family have a tendency to get to their 90s and even a couple who made the big 00, but when I helped plant the Jubilee Oak even I laugh at the image of my riding round in a buggy to celebrate its 50th birthday.  But if I can, I hope someone will help me do it.  So I invited the schoolchildren that came to help plant, especially those aged ten, to make sure they celebrated the woods half-centenary.