It is perfect, isn't it? I've been eyeing it since beginning with my 20 minute walks into the village.
It's quite high, and I'm not sure I could reach it without an undignified struggle. But once there, especially in summer, there's moss that surely makes for a most comfortable seat.
The only option is to recline, legs stretched out in front, back supported in a most divine way ... maybe that's even a book-reading arm-support branch.
Sadly though, it's on the edge of a busy little country road here in Surrey. I suspect the police would be called to check up on my reasons for being there or ... the fire brigade would be called, to rescue that mad Kiwi woman stuck up a tree.
But still, I don't think I have ever seen a more perfect tree-seat in my life.