As I was walking around Motovun with Will Hughes, we came to the cemetery. We strolled through it at a leisurely pace, and then we stopped outside the cemetery gates. “Look,” I pointed toward the town walls, “since those trees were butchered, the old walls have come to the fore.” While preparing his camera for another shot, he squinted toward the old fortification. “They’ve been pollarded,” he muttered. “What?” I looked at him. “They’ve been pollarded,” he repeated a bit more loudly. “What the hell is that?” I frowned. “Pollarding is a way of managing trees,” he said. I was delighted to learn the new term, but I was even more delighted to learn that the chestnuts along Barbacan were not butchered, after all. As soon as we returned home, I checked the term on the World Wide Web. Will was right, of course. As I learned after a few clicks, pollarding is a woodland management method of quite some standing.