A flax whare or hut |
At some time in the past someone had attached long ropes to high overhanging branches that made a rudimentary swing. By dragging the rope as far back up one of the banks, grabbing hold and launching off we could swing right out over a small gully and over one of the neighbours orchards. Using the existing rope we extended the length and therefore the carry by attaching a newer rope to it. On this we fashioned a knotted seat kind of like the poma on ski fields.
Poma chair lift |
One day, when trying to get higher and higher I and a neighbourhood friend Owen both jumped on the 'poma' at the same time and we sailed off. The combined weight sent us further out and dragged the rope lower so that on the return arc we were able to scramble a little higher up the bank before launching again. This time as we sailed out the top rope gave way and we plummeted down to an expected instant death. At the bottom of the gully were tall palm-like trees with fronds like an open fan and the fruit trees from the orchard had over time spread out to the public land.
We fell into the palm tree first which was on a slope higher than the orchard and which took the impetus out of our fall before we crashed into some kind of fruit tree. From this it was only a short drop to the ground which luckily was soft from years of pine needles dropping there. We lay there silent for a while, gathering our breath and senses before gingerly checking our bodies for damage. Bruises (to come out later), cuts and scratches were the only injuries and we laughed (slightly crazily) at our good fortune. On going home for tea I said that I had slipped down a bank. Mum cleaned me up before Dad came home apparently accepting my explanation.
The tree swing was out of use for us and we went on to find other adventures. The pine trees have gone now, another sacrifice to urban expansion.
6 comments:
"On going home for tea"
Tea= dinner?
I still say tea and though my family have caught on now, I feel vindicated to hearing you say it too.
It was always tea then. It was always early too - between 5 and 5.30. It wasn't until I went to university and joined the more privileged classes that tea became dinner. It was always later too. Nowadays we eat 'dinner' at about 7PM.
I guess it makes sense, otherwise why have to delineate morning tea, then afternoon tea before the real deal "tea".
Ungrateful Comeinyourpants, you certainly are a lucky guy!
Well described. I got the familiar stomach-tightening tingle when you told of the breaking rope and fall.
You certainly were lucky to survive.
I still say tea, comes from my Scottish working class background I suppose.
I can't wait for part 3!!!
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