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It was the very first day of December, a crisp, frosty but delightfully sunny morning, which perfectly suited the ripple of excitement running around the fading timber glass-houses of the little nursery. The nursery sat within the great walled garden of an old manor house which had seen decidedly better days. All the plants which had been sown in the Spring and grown on over the Summer would now be sold and then collected by lorries to travel to destinations near and far. The air of anticipation was everywhere but none more so than in the longest, tallest glass-house, which housed all the new tree seedlings, as they always travelled to the most glamorous destinations of all. The great Oak seedlings, laid out in beautiful rows of brand new shiny green plant pots in matching shiny green crates, were bragging as usual.
"Not long now" they were saying "we will soon be on our way to be planted out in some of the many fine parkland gardens surrounding the fine stately homes of Britain where