At a place called the Devils Pulpit.....

Author - Virginia Blakey

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At a place called the Devils Pulpit up by Tintern Abbey the roots of this very old Yew tree appear to have intertwined with the rocks so tightly that, during the many hundreds of years that time has eroded the surrounding soil (and rock), this little island of roots and stone remains. The stone has provided stability but the live roots seem, in turn, to have protected it from being worn away over the centuries. 

It suggests to me all that is good in the bond between male and female, the stone and the tree which depend on each other for stability, life and relationship, which 'in the face of all aridity and disenchantment... is as perennial as the grass' (Desiderata)

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