Self is going to interpret this week’s CFFC a little, shall we say, creatively. Trees and hedges do not immediately leap to mind when she thinks of “wood.” Nevertheless.
On her walk this morning, she saw some very neatly sheared hedges. Okay, hedges aren’t normally woody, but these in Norhtern Ireland are. They’re used in lieu of fences, to keep sheep and other livestock within a farm’s boundaries:
And here’s an old tree growing between the men’s and women’s bath houses in Stuell Wells, Co. Down. Self and a fellow resident went exploring a few days ago, and Paul, our host here at River Mill, suggested we check out some ancient ruins. The monks built a well on this site, dating to the 9th century.
And here’s a flimsy wooden fence keeping some cows from fording a stream: