I was walking Bobby in the Dean Gardens a couple of days ago, and saw a wee boy climbing a tree, followed, with much giggling, by his mum! Just made me think of Betty and a holiday we had in Portugal when she climbed a tree - and fell out of it and skinned her knee. She didn't mind the skinned knee one bit (and I think was secretly rather proud of it) because she'd really enjoyed climbing the tree. Betty really was game for anything - a great attitude to have. I miss her.