climb a tree

I found out yesterday that my husband doesn’t like being up ladders, so I’ve painted our facia (fascia?) boards at the front and back of our house. It feels really high up, and I’m pleased with myself for being able to shin up the ladder quite quickly, even if I come down quite slowly.

Oh dear. The Big Tree Climbing company was holding a tree climbing day so I went along with two friends. You pulled yourself up by ropes but I couldn’t find the technique, and got frustrated, felt like I was going to burst into tears (I miscarried for the second time three months ago) and so gave up after two feet. So, goal not achieved today, but looking at the fact that 256 people wanting to climb a tree makes me realise I don’t have to do it by rope today. And that’s okay.

Tomorrow I’m going to climb a tree to the top with some tree surgeons. I’m worried that I will get half way up and think ‘Oh sh@t, what am I doing this for?’ or that I won’t have the strength to pull my own weight up. But I haven’t climbed a tree for so long, and I fancy being up above the ground, different perspective etc.