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.
Stay young forever! 🙂
That’s our plan, Tom.
Shrinking trees! Don’t you just hate it when that happens…
Just like ice cream cornets, they were much bigger when I was a boy. The older people get, the smaller things become.
😉