We were trying to work out today how long ago it was , the very first time we ever went to choose and cut down our own tree from #tregothnan .
We knew we definitely went when Amelia (now 11.5 was a baby in a pram so definitely 11 years) but I have a sneaky suspicion it may of ever been a year before that. One year, one year .... we didn’t go , and it didn’t feel like Christmas in our front room quite frankly , the kids don’t remember their toys they got that year, but they do still talk about the year without our tregothnan tree 😂 so we’ve never missed it again. One year Finn had an allergic reaction to the tree but refused to move from under it because he picked it that year 😂. One year the kids nearly died because they thought they didn’t do tea in the hut after picking your tree anymore .
Prices have increased, it ain’t cheap, but I swear to god , in amongst the loosing them to hide and seek in the large trees in the middle, the 4/5/6/17 😉 year olds sawing, the soggy knees, the screeching and arguing about who gets to choose, the cold, the rain, the beautiful photos, the spilt tea every year in the hut ..... they are some of the most perfectly precious memories. One day, one day Facebook / IG I’ll take my grandchildren to pick a tree at tregothnan and stand there and giggle myself silly on the inside watching their parents trying to round them up , take a photo and help them cut down a tree. Life is pretty perfect you know.