Silver Poplar

Yeay! Fresh air! That doesn't mean I've finished my work though.

Unfortuneatly I wasn't quick enough to get a
picture of the squirrel that was lording it a bit in the backyard this morning, so when I went up to the top of the garden to have a word with dad (and stretch my poor legs) I saw the White Poplar. It was never a particularly climbable tree but thanks to a strange right-angle bend in it about five feet up I was able to sit in it when I was a child.

That's the problem with being a grown up living in a flat, no available trees to sit in and think about nothing in particular. And that is one of the reasons I am not a big fan of 'growing up'.