Treetop encounters

“ Whatever you do, don’t look down.” As soft mist falls, I teeter on the edge of a wooden platform, wet with summer rain and over 20 metres above the forest floor. I close my eyes, do a 180-degree turn and step off backwards. It’s quiet and peaceful as I zip across the tops of the trees. I open my eyes. I look down.

Because it would be a crime against nature to not at least peek down at the scenery. And Tom, my