The Lime at the inner corner, on South Field - the field which has become the chill-space where people sunbathe and canoodle the most. I think it is has become the top picnic spot as it is not on the way to anywhere and the park goes right up the edge here. It is near the sweet modernist house, and the derelict park-keeper's house that EVERYONE including Staff, Andrew Stafford has their greedy eyes upon. This grand lime is a soothsayer. It announces the coming of the breeze with its paper thin high leaves before the others are stirring. The sound is a glorious shimmering ripple. Provides a lot of dapple for picnic with baby. Dryad is masculine somehow, and rather tolerant as quite a few people take a cheeky piss at the base of its black trunk.
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