Banstead Woods, Surrey. This cut down oak must have been lying there on the forest floor for quite a long while. The play of light and shadows on it, filtering through the trees caught my eye, or was it the green of the moss on the bark?

"Gaudeamus igitur juvenes dum sumus, post jucundam juventutem, post molestam senectutem nos habebit humus. Vita nostra brevis est, brevi finietur. Venit mors velociter, rapit nos atrociter, nemini parcetur"