In Monday’s blog in need of an empty adjective and in deference to a Jarvis Cocker lyric referred to the ‘useless trees’. A flippant aside for which I apologise for.

I love a good tree. Let’s face it, who doesn’t?

My pal Martin, the Toto of Perth, known to these pages as China, is a big fan. Woody, taker of the greatest catch I’ve ever seen on a cricket field, saw fit to name one after him.

One of the highlights of my visit to Russell (Kororareka) on Monday was my chance encounter with this big fella.


This is a Morton Bay Fig Tree (ficus mactophillia) and he’s been keeping watch outside the local lawman’s quayside cottage since 1875. What a beauty, eh?