Had I been the parent, here - and I'll admit freely that I have probably only half the story - my attitude would have been the sama as the one I took when an identical thing happened in my back garden, last year.

My eldest grandson was climbing the elm. The neighbour shouted at him to get down. The grandson slung her a deaf 'un (i.e. he ignored her, which is what I'd have done in his place).

Two minutes later the doorbell goes, and there is Nosey Norah, arms and emotions akimbo.

'Do you know there is a child in that tree ?' she says.

'Ooh aye', replies Bryn 'he has my full authority to be there. Now fuck off.'

She did.