No 2 - by Jaqui

Chatsworth Road: land of hope and glory. These are the words that struck me as I scooted my star up to it's landing place, on the beech tree outside Percy Ingles. Hope beating in the hearts of all of Clapton's people; glory in its well-trodden and much-loved streets. These gold-dusted leaves embellishing my star fell from the beech trees that grace it's pavements. These trees bring beauty and oxygen to our streets. Our parks and gardens, every plant that graces any place big or small, right down to the plots that surround our trees - some of which have been turned into tiny gardens themselves - have a value. Let's hear it for them; as they grow so too do the communities that plant them.