The oak, laid bare by winter, silently stretches out over Guisecliff Tarn. Its intricate branches outlined by the weak light of early day.
This secluded area on the edge of Bewerley has been a part of titles passed from hand to hand over the ages. From the estates of the great-grandson of the last Anglo-Saxon king of England, to the Mowbray family following the Norman Conquest, through the monks of Fountains Abbey, and finally added to the inheritance of a then 16 year old Thomas Yorke. It has survived tumultuous times, plague and pillage.
Yet, indifferent to ownership, the old woodland stands firm, changing only in harmony with the incontestable seasons.
A still, quiet, dark peace lies here, and the oak endures.