One of my favourite solace points, the top of Billyacatting Hill. A place to meditate and think, sit by gamma holes, listen to the myriads of birds, and watch the lizards. This is a determined tree, sitting in the gathered dirt in a crevice on the top of this portion of granite, striving to make a life. Perhaps the seed was dropped by a bird, perhaps the wind blew it there, or it fell from some other creature, whatever its mode of transport it is alive and determined in a harsh environ, and in a difficult position with little prospect, but it is having a go. A little like life itself really. This tree speaks, strive, have a go, strike out, be determined.