Deep in the old woods of Roslin Valley there live two very ancient tree ents. In the green shaded light of the summer woods you can make out their limbs and faces, which have grown here for over 400 years. In fact they have stood here for so long that time has gathered in a shadowy mist around its branches, pausing time and place. A deep velvet hush hangs over the hollow and everything present holds its breath afraid to wake the dozing giants, descendants of Roman immigrants 2,000 years ago.
If you venture close enough, you can look up into the branches where antlered wooden deer run free through the field of leaves. With their horned heads held high they keep watch over the paths leading to the old tree creatures body. Among the moonlight these deer hide from Odins Wild Hunt, as they have since time began. All is kept safe within these wise wooden arms and warm wooden heart.
If you dare to look a little closer you might even see the shapes of sleeping dragon heads and snakes, all slumbering in the fruitful branches. These arms will soon bear fruit, and sweet chestnuts will tumble freely to earth, yearly gifts from the ent to the world. Food as old as time for squirrels, wild pigs and people alike falls along with twisted wood. Sometimes arms reach down to touch the earth as though they long to feel its cool presence after too long an absence.
This tree has been resting for so long that ferns are growing in its high hollows, as though it was an extension of the earth. Who knows what else is hiding in its shadows and bark, calling this ancient tree home, and looking out across the valley. There are so many hidden eyes and ears in the leafy dell that a deep and lasting feeling of being watched will soak into your bones. Your mind will be brushed by the presence of this wooden giant, and all else will flee from your mind. Fear or joy, one of the two will flood your head and your heart, and you will know if the ent has accepted your being in his sleepy hollow. Leave quickly and quietly if you need to, or rest a while soaking in the gathered wisdom of this timeless place, knowing that you have slipped between the cracks in reality.