I am going to ask you to suspend your judgment for a paragraph. I went to Ireland last year with my partner as part of a documentary. After the formal dinner, we went for a jaunt to the Hill of Tara. We took some photos around the coronation stone and lay on the hillside for a while. Some locals pointed us to the fairy tree across the field. I saw it immediately, it was beautiful. We headed down to see it, I desperately wanted to climb it. My trusty cameraman got ready to take a picture. There was no way I was gonna climb it but I gave it a bit of a go. The branch was too high and I was too heavy. I went to the other side and barely even tried. There was no hope. I turned to the cameraman and stomped my feet in frustration. "I can't climb it!" I whinged. I then felt something behind me. It was a branch and it had come down to me! I simply stepped back and sat down. It was like a dream and I felt totally safe. My partner said he looked down for a second and heard me go "Whooooaaahhh". He then took two photos of me up the tree. This is no joke, this happened. If you don't believe me that's ok because I know what happened and I have a witness. There's no way I climbed this tree. I think I am now married to Ireland.