Treehouse slight disaster

A few weeks ago I went on a new walk and found a little tree house hidden high in the trees. Being a bit of a mean mummy my lad had broken his finger, and I had to immediately tell him about the great treehouse, and the fact that he could'nt climb it, hehe ( cue evil laugh).

Fast forward 2 weeks, and one hand that was no longer bruised or swollen, so now my lad is well ready to climb the tree.

Off we head in the foul wet and windy weather, the wood was a bit more sheltered ( but not much). We find the right tree, but are stumped at the last post. Nailed to the tree were small planks of woods to make foot holds for the adventerous children to climb to the little house. Sadly one of these planks had broken off, making it impossible to climb, argghhh!

Aidan was very good about it and is making plans to take his rope along next time. Fingers crossed!

This outing was:

3 words = nice Sunday stroll

Fun 6/10

Amount of moaning and whining 25%

Chill out factor 7/10