We came across this ginormous fallen pine whilst out walking on Sunday, and spent ages admiring it. I hadn’t climbed a tree for easily fifteen years or so, and even though this one was a kind of easy job (given that it was horizontal and all…) I decided to tackle it.
It was a lot higher off the ground than it looked, and being up high(ish) gave me a severe case of jelly legs, but it was worth it. It felt kind of intrepid- far more intrepid than I usually feel on Sunday walks through quaint Surrey villages.
I hope this summer there’s plenty more opportunity for tree climbing. And for picnics by the river, and trips to the garden centre to pick up fresh flowers each weekend, and eating fruit so ripe the juice runs down our arms, and berry picking, and making ice-cream, and maybe even a trip to the beach with that sweet dog of ours. Here’s to a summer so dreamy and romantic and hazy, it blasts away all memory of this most disappointingly damp and snow-less of winters.