My favourite ash trees are in fields around a hillside cottage in the Black Mountains near Hay on Wye in Wales. They seem to like wet, cold places. Which is precisely what the Heath was like this morning.
Ashes have strange fruit, beautiful furrowed bark and these manic, spooky curling twigs.
The idea that the fungus Chalara Fraxinea might take out most of the British ash population is a horrid prospect. Advice on how to spot it is in this video
I remember the effect of Dutch Elm disease from my childhood. The British countryside has never recovered from that.