A bunch of arboricidal bastards...

...is how I'd describe South Tyneside council. The trees in Jarrow precinct have been there since the early 60s. They had plaques by them to tell you when they were planted by the children of various schools. Those kids could be grandparents now.

It's an unlovely spot. The trees were all that prettified it.

And now, after forty-something years, they've been chopped down and then uprooted. The plaques torn off clumsily by a mechanical digger, getting bent in the process.

I don't know if there's a rationale, or plans to plant new trees. The old ones had been there most of my life, and their removal is unsettling.

uprooted tree in Jarrow arcade

Comments

  1. AnonymousMon Oct 22, 07:28:00 am BST

    Nasty bastards. If the trees had to go it's a shame they couldn't have been relocated plaques and all. So much for civic pride, valuing local heritage and the people that contribute to it.

    Post a picture some time of what gets done to the land they once occupied.

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  2. MichaelMon Oct 22, 07:17:00 pm BST

    I noticed them doing something to the trees a few weekends ago...maybe the roots were threatening the foundations of Poundland or something. Nice to see the Council practising all that environmentally sound, local history stuff they're so keen on. Arseholes.

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  3. AnonymousMon Oct 22, 11:41:00 pm BST

    I still struggle to understand how these trees posed a risk to the public?

    Surely, and I'm no tree expert, if there was not sufficient room for the roots to grow, then the branches above ground would struggle to grow too?

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