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.

I love everything about this! It sounds so idyllic, like something from a children's adventure story!

I love living at tree height in flats. My mum's flat (where I lived for four years during undergrad and then another nine months before I moved to the UK) is on the sixth floor, and its front windows are at the height of the plane trees that line her street. When the trees have leaves, it's like looking out into a swaying sea of green. Your scots pine sounds similiarly delightful.

I look forward to reading about trees in your journal, and I'm glad you liked the prompting question.