Tree Climbing 'Tilda

So we were walking down at the brook today, and between Eloise's totally unfocussed pram-pushing and the dogs' inattention to direction, I was doing a lot of counting to ten.

Just to set the scene, as it were, the sun was out, a few clouds dotted the sky and it was rather pleasantly warm with perhaps a hint of a sea breeze channeling up the little valley the floodway makes.

After a while, Matilda, who was sniffing around up at the top of the bank, obviously saw something up a tree, because she started rearing up on her back legs to see what it was.

Then some sort of epiphany happened for her, and she actually jumped up in the tree and had a look around up there.

Jumping down again, she must have thought this was a pretty brilliant wheeze because before you knew it she was up there again but climbing ever higher until she was gingerly walking along boughs that were more than ten feet in the air and jumping from one to another.

Until she went a step to far, fell out, and ended up rolling down the hill.

Only her pride was injured though.... if that.