Ex-neighbour Robbie Harrold and I looked for his favoured childhood haunts and discovered his lookout tree near the geocache site on the claypit walk. It's a large wandoo with spikes driven into the trunk for steps and remains of a metal bedframe cubby. It is most impressive and I am amazed that I walked past it for years without noticing.
Of course Robbie had to climb the tree for old times’ sake.
The structure is old and probably dates back to my childhood when kids were real kids rather than namby pamby bottled water drinking, gluten-free products of a nanny state. Oops old fart alert! Replace previous invective with ‘careful and caring socially interconnected modern children’.