As we drive along the bumpy track to get to the woods, the dyke that swoops down the adjacent field and up the other side greets us like a smile. It’s the day after the latest storm, and as we get out, tightening our boots against the cloying mud, Mum and I debate how many trees will be down following the wild winds that swept East Lothian.
We take the lower path that bends down towards the long lake and immediately see a few skinny trees as the first casualties. The narrow path is gnarled by roots – we dodge them and the occasional larger tree that has fallen – but is too covered with thick mosses to be a result of this most recent storm.
