Do you ever have an experience that seems written, like a scene from a film? When I was strolling around the hilltop of Warton Crag after a day of climbing. I came across a place that felt mythical. A little way off the path I came across a boulder the size of a house, intrigued I scrambled around the boulder looking at the trees that grew in and around it. Roots that pushed through limestone with unfathomable strength and stamina.

I pushed through the brush and in front of me the Wizard Tree made itself known. I was certain that he was old and wise, there was an air of magic around him with his warped branches and gnarled beard. one moment I was scamping around, the next I found myself on sacred ground, in communion with a tree. I double dare you to find him.