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On our first warm spring day, I learnt a new collective noun
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Apr 13, 2025
Fish have shoals. Crows favour murders. Cows go for herds. What about trees, though? What’s their collective noun?
In Victoria Park, east London, they hang out in avenues.
Avenues of trees. Isn’t there a touch of the romantic when referencing the London planes, maples, and lime trees that adorn the paths of this well-known and much-beloved green spot in the British capital?
Amidst the Factor 50-smeared semi-bare skins, the Insta-friendly cherry blossoms, and reggae-blasting, handlebar-mounted, bluetooth-powered speakers, the trees of Victoria Park stood out. Stood tall. Stood, in their avenues.
You can buy me a coffee here.
