Imagine you’re sitting on a bench on a summer’s day, when suddenly a vast drill emerges from out of the ground behind you, from the centre of the earth, forcing its way up through the trees. Imagine that this drill was not metal, as you would expect, but a YEW DRILL, and what’s more, slightly phallic. This is what it may look like.
This was last summer, at the Waterperry gardens in Oxfordshire.