FROM a distance, the nearly completed walled enclosure, where two figures are companionably chipping away at one of the walls, could be mistaken for a sheepfold. In fact, this is a workshop space in the middle of a field at the Somerset estate of The Newt, where drystone wallers Tom Trouton and his stepson, Liam Brady, are 'planting' a stone tree into the waist-high wall. There is no technical plan, no metal framework-only three piles of stones, a bucket of hammers and Mr Trouton's skill.
The leaning trunk in beige Hadspen limestone, which looks brown set against the grey tones of the wall, is already in place and now Mr Trouton selects a chunky piece of Shaftesbury greenstone, rounds off the edges with a few sharp knocks of the hammer and fits it onto the wall, where it becomes the first leaf. 'I've been used to seeing windswept trees on Exmoor, where I grew up, and I think this gives the tree more depth,' he explains.
"It will showcase a firepit, a wildlife pond, a moongate and a hedgehog-sized lunky'
As the tree grows, stone upon stone, the waller reveals this is his second time creating one. The first was for the owners of a contemporary house in Dorset, who wanted a curved dry-stone wall with a recess for a bench and some trees. On his first site visit, Mr Trouton asked where the trees were to be planted and they replied that they wanted two trees in the wall itself, to create interest all year round.
'Momentarily, I thought, "Well that's not going to work very well"-and then it clicked. "Aah, you want stone trees..." Undaunted, he immediately decided the trees should look authentic and started planning their design in his head. 'I think I'm very lucky-I've always been able to visualise things,' he reflects.
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