Eyam Edge

I took this today in the woods on Eyam Edge.

Eyam is the village struck by the bubonic plague in 1665-66 which quarantined itself to stop the spread of the desease. It seems that about 3/4 of the inhabitants died. Whole families were wiped out and there's one tiny graveyard in the middle of a field in which lie farmer Hancock and six of his children. The mother buried them all in the space of a week and survived to flee to her one remaining child in Sheffield.

So why choose the image of a tree in such a place? Dunno. But I like the twisted, contorted branch that was plummeting earthwards, arthritically turned and shot skywards again.