Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an arborist, right? Just your average tree geek, but today was anything but average. I woke up in Epsom, UK, ready to tackle some trees. You know, the usual. But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I’m cruising down Epsom High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to sip my coffee without spilling it all over my work boots. I swear, if I spill this, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I’m on my way to a job on Church Street. Gotta trim this massive oak that’s been giving the neighbors grief.
So, I get there, and the tree is HUGE. Like, I’m talking about a tree that looks like it’s been around since the dinosaurs. I’m pumped, right? But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke starts yelling at me. “Oi! You can’t touch that tree!” I’m like, “Mate, I’m just here to help!” Turns out, he thinks the tree is some kind of ancient relic. I mean, it’s a tree, not the Crown Jewels!
After a bit of back and forth, I finally convince him I’m not a tree assassin. I get my gear on, and as I’m climbing, I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic.” But then, I slip. Just a little, but enough to make my heart race. I’m dangling there, and all I can think is, “If I fall, I’m gonna be the laughing stock of Epsom.”
Finally, I get my act together and start trimming. The view from up there? Stunning! You can see the Epsom Downs in the distance, and it’s like, wow. Nature is wild, man. But then, I hear this commotion below. I look down, and there’s a dog chasing a squirrel. Classic Epsom, right? But then the dog runs straight into a lamppost. I’m dying up there, laughing my head off.
After I finish the job, I’m feeling good. I head over to The Epsom Playhouse for a quick bite. I’m starving! I order a burger, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing about the best fish and chips in town. I mean, c’mon, it’s Epsom! It’s not like we’re in London or something. But hey, I’m not one to judge.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, asking if I wanna join him at the Epsom Downs for a pint. I’m like, “Absolutely!” So, I finish my burger, pay, and head out. The sun’s setting, and the Downs look magical.
We grab a couple of pints at The Derby Arms. I’m telling my mate about the tree drama, and he’s cracking up. “Only you, mate! Only you!” We’re laughing, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see that old bloke from earlier walk in. My heart sinks.
He spots me and starts pointing. “That’s the tree killer!” I’m like, “Oh great, now I’m a villain in Epsom.” But my mate just laughs it off. “Don’t worry, mate. You’re a hero in my book.”
As the night goes on, I’m just grateful. Grateful for the trees, the laughs, and the crazy day. Epsom’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And even with all the madness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Epsom. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!