I'll be up in a tree with 40mph breezes and rain and snow coming at me at the same time. I'll be holding on to a chainsaw. It's very strenuous work. When you're 60-70ft in the air, you're making decisions every few seconds.
I don't want to complain, but I've got two children - they want things, they need clothes. You have to get up off your arse and do something. I'm a small company, so I contract out to those I can trust; you don't give a chainsaw to some lad who has gone out and got drunk the night before.
Trees make me happy. The oak feels like something out of Olde England. I like eucalyptuses best - they keep growing. You pollard them and they love it. I'm not in the habit of cutting down trees just for the sake of it. There are three Ds: dead, dying, diseased.
The idea of an accident makes me unhappy. If I fell and landed on both feet, I'd break both ankles. If I worked for a company, I could stop working if I got injured. But Royal Treecare is my business, so I've got to be careful. I worry about bills, putting food on the table, my wife, my children. I try to keep them happy, but it's tough.
What I call windy is 80mph. Everything up to that is breezy. I'm happy with my equipment. I trust my rope and harness because I maintain it.
I do get down when it gets dark and there's rain and the ridiculous winds start. But then, ridiculous winds may well blow trees over. And who are they going to call when that happens?