Childhood Dens

I spent this morning visiting Deri Hill, on the outskirts of Abergavenny, climbing trees with my 84-year-old mother. This hollow tree was one of my many dens 55 years ago. It hasn’t changed much since I last played in it, but it’s smaller than I remember.


One of my hollow tree dens.



My mother says that she enjoyed climbing trees with me this morning, but she is hungry now.



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5 Responses to Childhood Dens

  1. Shrinking trees! Don’t you just hate it when that happens…

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