Within the last week, the whole field has been spiked with a forest of bamboo sticks. Out of a forest will grow a wood, a project crowdfunded in memory of a young Japanese-British woman, Moko Sellars, whom the town took to its heart and will never let go. Our task today is to partner each dead stick with a live tree, a whip every bit as short and skinny as its early years support. My little team has been assigned the riverside end of the banana, a spot that is apt to flood. In our plot, we will dig in species that like wet feet – pussy willow, black poplar and alder – while those on higher ground have oak, hornbeam and field maple.