Five Reasons to Climb a Tree

When was the last time you climbed a tree? I can’t resist the temptation of a strong branch at the perfect height, the arms of a tree inviting: ‘Just think how much better things are from up here..’

Close up of feet climbing a tree branch

Every step gives a better view, and a little more of a thrill: can I reach that next branch up? I’m a fraidy cat, and it is always harder to get back down, but even one branch up feels good, and you can always jump from there!

Looking up through trees near Bonchurch, Isle of Wight

Sitting in the crook of a firm branch, back long against the rough bark of the trunk. The trees in the wind sound different from up here, still and close.
And did I mention the view?

Skinny trees photo collage

You might get stuck, your arms might ache, but there’s never an unhappy moment.

Bryony stuck in a tree in Bonchurch, Isle of Wight

And climbing trees only leaves you inspired to play more outside. So keep your eye out for a good tree. Why should we let kids have all the fun?

Tom on a rope swing

Jumping off the Longstone at Mottistone Down

4 thoughts on “Five Reasons to Climb a Tree

  1. RetreatingAndAdvancing on said:

    Why do we only climb trees when we are young? I remember doing it with such great pleasure! You better come soon, spring :)

  2. Carol Hollingshead on said:

    Love your comments & enthusiasm. Wish I were young enough. Great pictures. The second one is mesmerizing.

  3. I still remember fondly my favourite climbing tree from when I was a child. It was just difficult enough to get in and up to be adventurous, and then the crown formed some kind of seat that was really comfortable. I haven’t found a good one since, but I haven’t really been looking. That’ll change now. :o)

  4. What a lovely picture of you, you look like you are having so much fun. I have the urge to go and find a tree now. When I was younger I used to climb our Sycamore tree and sit on top of a high wall. I would break off branches which I would whittle into clothes pegs with a blunt butter knife.

    Thank you for returning that memory to me.