It was a summer’s day and I was down in my grandparents’ house, only when my mum and dad had to work. My grandad asked me did I want to go for a walk up around Townley Hall, I was delighted because Townley Hall was a big wood and I could run and play around the big trees. My grandad was good at telling me all the different types of plants and trees. The texture of the trees were hard and rough. The material or the exterior felt like it had been there for hundred of years, it was an old tree .