‘That,’ I said to myself, ‘looks like the perfect climbing tree.’
It was tall, healthy and fully in leaf, with sturdy looking branches evenly spaced all the way up the trunk. The bark was smooth, but that didn’t bother me.
It looked so perfect that I just had to climb it.
So up I went, one hand and foot after the other. I made it about 25 feet (or just over seven metres) and stopped when the structure looked a bit thin.
As I perched myself on two branches and looked down, I could see I was pretty high up. It was exhilarating being swayed by the wind, not to mention hidden from sight by the leafage.
It might sound like I’m recalling…
