Write about: the hideout.
Good day of work in the garden was rewarded with the first strawberries of the season. If the weather cooperates we should have a decent amount for the market this weekend.
And by next weekend I expect we shall be swimming in them.
The tree was not much different than its neighbours. No obvious markings on its trunks, no peculiar twists or turns among its branches. It was not especially tall, nor especially short.
To a casual observer it was just one more tree in a twenty acre orchard. Unremarkable.
But when I had need of it, when it was time to disappear completely for a little while, I knew exactly where to find my hideout.