Up a Tree

You guessed it, I've gone stark raving mad. Make that crazy. But then it is Crazy Saturday after all.

In fact, my first Crazy Saturday excursion took me up a tree, literally. My first mission: to climb the tallest tree on Corstorphine Hill and carve my initials. So off I went...

It's not exactly the biggest of hills, so a 20 minute walk got me to the top and the first step turned out to be a little unexpected. See, the problem with tall trees is you can't climb them! Just a branchless trunk shooting up to the sky. So I had to settle for something a little less spectacular.

Soon I realised that I have undergone some physiological changes since I was 11 years old - climbing a big tree freaks me out! Okay, I've got more physical strength to pull me up with feet dangling in the air, but let's say I'm a little more cautious.

I made it up to about 7 or 8 metres and ran out of branches. Had a cyclist doing circles around my tree without realising I was up there. Actually I was more worried about the dogs blowing my cover, but their distant barks never came close enough.

Well, I've added photographic proof of my key-carved name, I've signed off with a big tick and now I brace for the next adventure. I've got some meanies up my sleeve - I'll be back...