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Date: 2024-09-22 04:31 pm (UTC)When I was about nine years old we moved to a small town called Hatfield. In the middle of the town we had Hatfield Park which dated back to the 16th century (or earlier), and had a lot of very old oak trees. Some of these were easy for kids to climb and also hollow. Before this I had read about hollow trees in children's books, and oh! the sheer romance & excitment of having a hollow tree where I myself could climb up & get down into the hollow trunk at the centre. It was amazing. I fantasied about running away from home and living in the tree.
And right now I live in an upstairs flat, but there's a scots pine in my neighbour's garden and the top of the tree is level with our windows. It's beautiful, I look at it every day and I love it.
This is such a great question - I'm probably going to post about trees in my own journal at some point because many more I want to remember.