The evidence being the stump illustrated, snapped the other day on the eastern corner of Clay Hill Green (gmaps 51.334325, -0.276126) when I was on my way to some important shopping at the Epsom Waitrose. To be fair to the council, the middle of the stump, the part inside the brown ring, was very soft and the tree had clearly been ill before its demise: in this age of noisy, free and often thoughtfree media, I suppose the council did have to have regard to the million to one shot that someone with problems with either their legs or their senses was going to be underneath the tree when it finally keeled over.
Instead, the irritating thing was that despite having passed this tree what must be thousands of times, once it had gone I was quite unable to bring to mind what it had looked like in life. It can't just be an age thing as I have been noticing a similar effect with shops for years. A shop might have been there for years & years and passed many times, used even, but once it has gone I have a job to remember it once its fascia has been taken down. And once it has been replaced with something else, it is more or less as if it had never been.
PS: the view at gmaps from above does provide some consolation.
Reference 1: http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=Midsomer+gathering.
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