I spent a large percentage of my childhood in trees. Elms and cedars, mostly, but some magnificent oaks too, including one that allegedly dated from the time of King John. I enjoyed climbing them, but mainly I enjoyed the fact that nobody knew I was there, and so I could sit in them and get on with something that required real concentration, like watching sheep graze.
This is a sheep on Corton Denham Beacon, near where I grew up in Somerset.
