A few years ago I took my children climbing trees. For a time we’d head out and about and find a good oak or beech and work our way into the branches.
I’d been inspired by the great nature writer Robert Macfarlane, a tree-climbing evangelist, who said there was something curious that happens when people pass by a tree and see an adult up in the branches.
Not having thought of it since I was a child, I gave it a try, using my children as an excuse to get back among some branches.
Also, tree climbing is a very cheap way to amuse children. And to escape from the tyranny of soft-play areas. There is a great beech in the middle of Pollok Country Park in Glasgow that is calling out for you to climb. At some point it was cleaved in two, most likely by lightning, though one local legend claims it was caused by an angry witch.
This meant it grew back to form a spread in the middle big enough to hold a family. I know this because my children, my wife and I all went up. Twice.
Last week Damian Hinds, the current Education Secretary, said he wants climbing trees to be encouraged and promoted in primary schools. It builds character, he said. It gets kids’ faces away from screens. I’d like to hear the conversations amongst risk-averse school heads when that directive was delivered.