It must be really boring to be a stick.
You spend decades pushing your way slowly out of the side of a tree, looking at the same view every day, sharing your life with the same branches and twigs.
Years later, a bit of wind dislodges you. For a few moments you enjoy the most thrilling episode of your life, as you fall to earth, but soon realise that you’ve ended up lying on the floor with much the same surroundings, only now you’re no longer growing, you’re just waiting to rot down into the ground.
We can’t save all sticks from the monotony of their existence, but we can make a difference to one stick. Ian chose The Stick. This is it.
The Stick spent its whole life on a tree near Royksopp Lido before falling off and lying on the ground for a bit. Thanks to us, though, it’s had a new lease of life.
- A walk to a pub and then a night on the floor near the pub
- A trip in a car to Brighton
- Being thrown onto the bark chippings under the tree outside my flat
I’ll keep you updated on the progress of The Stick and its amazing new life. For now, though: you’re welcome.