What a sad fellow Trevor Murdin seems to be (Sept 1).

The sight of trees, in their spring and autumn colours, or in the fullness of summer, even in their stark filigree patterns of winter can lift the heart, apart from the services and home they provide for birds and beasties.

Not forgetting the small fact they provide the very air we breathe.

Especially in claustrophobic urban environments, trees visibly break up monotonous street scenes and the London plane has proved particularly tolerant of urban conditions and pollution.

Maybe someone ought to give Mr Murdin a volume of Wordsworth’s poems and he, too, might become enamoured by the sight and, like the poet, wish that he ‘could ever see a poem, lovely as a tree…’ Would it be too much to hope that he might regain his soul and join those he describes so humorously as “luvvie-dovie, over-emotional, hand-flapping earth mothers…”?

Come to think of it, maybe someone should send a copy or two to Southend Council as well.

Robert Hallmann
Castle Road
Hadleigh