Treehouse

Yesterday, Adam and I went walking in Pamber Forest, and he spotted a treehouse. It is a cliché, but the world really does seem different from just a few feet off the ground. We perched up there, squeezed together on the comfy little platform, and I felt both safe and exhilarated at the same time. It was an odd, but wonderful, sensation of being simultanously directly involved in the world, and set apart as an outside observer.

I want a treehouse when I grow up.

Doorway to a different world

Adam and I were walking in the forest today and found two entwined trees, which had a smallish gap at their base where the trunks crossed. If there exists anywhere in the world a doorway into a parallel universe, it should be there. I had to get through, and with loss of dignity and much wriggling, I managed it. Unfortunately, the magic world on the other side looked and felt very much like a large holly bush.