‘Back To The Hanging Tree’
I think of it as ‘the hanging tree’ in my mind.
Not that people have swung in death from the branches of this particular pohutukawa tree (or I hope not anyway).
Rather, it is the impressive grouping of dangling aerial roots that provides the name I have for the tree that I return to regularly.
However, when the sun goes down, and in a wind, there is something spectral and eerie about the fibrous growths as they sway…