By now I should know better than to nonchalantly wander through the garden considering how well things are going. Late this afternoon I sauntered up into the woodland to summon Superbaz who is making some new steps; it had been a good day and I was content with my lot, if I had the talent I would have been whistling. On reflection I was probably singing a little ditty to make up for my shortcoming in the whistling department. As I ventured up towards where SB was working it dawned on me, probably a little slower than I would care to admit, that there was a stonking big hole where once an oak tree had stood. This tree was not a prime specimen and was teetering on the edge of the lower woodland path. In fact it had been ear marked for the dead wood to be removed in a controlled manner by the tree surgeons, and as bad luck would have it, they are coming tomorrow to do just that, amongst other things. Well its demise was not controlled in the slightest and it had toppled down the bank in a not altogether favorable way. Beneath the canopy is a large camellia, the blood-red Apollo, and it has ripped a branch from the nearby magnolia. I am sure they will not suffer long-term from this roughshod treatment, although it is not ideal to be landed on by an oak tree. It just goes to show that yet again “the best laid plans of mice and gardeners …”.