They say that when wood is cut away from the tree it dies - at least it's supposed to.
As old timber houses creak and groan they are not settling like you're meant to believe.
They are restless, they are angry and they are very much alive.
In houses as old as the Tudor period, fresh leaves have been found growing from the beams.
You see, they never quite die as long as they meet at least two of these three conditions.
They must be above ground, they must see sunlight and they must be surrounded by other lives.
For the first the ground stifles their broken bark, suffocates the wood and rots it fast.
For the second as we all know plants need sunlight to survive, even when removed from their host.
Finally for the third it is rarely known that life depends on life to the point where an absence is death.
We are fed upon just as much as we feed, even from something as small as a wooden stool.
A leather chair, still looking as fresh as the day it was tanned.
A fur rug that shimmers in the light and twitches when it thinks nobody is watching.
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