Horn blaring, the silver TT sped past the truck and on under the road bridge.
“Is that the tree up there, Billy?”
“Strange shape, isn’t it.”
“It looks like there were three boles but they took one out to dig the cutting for the by-pass.”
“Sort of gives a hollowed-out look on that side, as if some giant took a bite out of it.”
Billy looked askance at his mate.
“What? Can’t I get a little poetic? ‘I think that I shall never see’, and all that?”
Billy breathed deeply.
“Put the cones out, Ed. I’ll get the chainsaw ready.”