The Hindin's tree.
Playing CatchPhrase and mucking about at the Haden's the night before the great tree hunt.
We find The Tree.
Sawing. Sawing. Sawing. Still bloody sawing...
Matt decides he can handle it from here, including the shake.
We're being spyed on.
Heave ho, here we go. D'ya think it'll fall off before we get home?