A high wind last night uprooted a gigantic tree that smashed down another two trees on the way down. If I can clear some of the brambles to it, I have the wood for the next couple or three years only a short walk outside my front door now. It was impressive because the tree that got uprooted was massive. The hole in the ground where its roots had been was tall enough for me to stand in. And it uprooted a still living cherry tree on the way down and smashed another sizeable one in half.
Later, reviewing a cliff face not far from us I told my wife how locals had told me there was a bomb shelter in the cliff face from World War Two, and the recent rains and floods had made part of the slope collapse and I thought I could see the entrance of it now.
I had climbed that cliff face twice and it was a mess of disintegrating clay-rich soil. So I voiced aloud the idea that I wanted to go ask the owners of that property if I could just tie a rope to one of the trees we could see was close to the edge of the cliff.
Wife: No. You’re not doing that.
Me: (looking at her in surprise) What? Why? I have climbed up there twice on that stuff and going down from the top is a lot safer, besides I’ll be tied to a tree…
Wife: No. You’re not doing it.
Me: Wh… Look, it’s safe… I’ll literally be tied by a rope to a tree!
Wife: No! You’re not doing it! Because trees in this fucking country fall out of the ground. And anyway, sometimes I am allowed to just put my foot down! You’re not doing it! I am putting my foot down!
Me: (smiling) But babe, there could be nazi gold in there…
Wife: I don’t care! It won’t do you any good if you’re dead. Besides it could all collapse on you!
Me: Nah, it won’t I’ll be fine, and ok, I’ll tie it to a tree further in.
Wife: to a car, a good twenty yards in, and with a steel cable!
Me: Yeah, ok, to a car or some other tree on the inside of their property.
Wife: Car. A big Car. Far inside their property.
Me: Yeah, ok. Sure.
Wife: Still the same. Always chasing after holes.
Me: (Laughing)
Wife: DANGEROUS Holes!
Me: It worked out in the end though (winking)
Wife: Hmrf!
So that was our afternoon.
