Two winters ago, my favourite green lane on the farm had one of the hedges running its length coppiced. There were great fat trunks of oak poking out pathetic scrawny specimens of branches, willow keeping out the sun and everything suffering and stunted because of the dark created by overstuffed spindly growth and the resulting damp. So drastic measures were called for and the natural archway of overgrowth was temporarily lost.
But now, looking sideways on to the lane, you can see how the oaks are flourishing and gaining thick rich growth. The foxgloves have inhabited the clefts and crannies in the pollarded oak stumps which are bursting with new life, and everything is thriving. Next year I should have my archway back, and this time crowned by healthy young trees with enough space to breathe and grow.