About Scott Davies

You can read the rest of my bio below. But first, why not join me and the team as we took down a couple of maple trees recently.

Read the rest of my story…

I’m a tree surgeon and have been for over 20 years (my age is 50 odd). Before I started this job I had dark brown hair, then it went to a Richard Gere kind of grey, then to a Gandalf white, sadly.

I’ve seen and experienced a lot of different things and changes in my profession. Some funny, some sad and others “how we gonna get this tree down from here??”

I decided to update my web site recently and instead of the usual confusing words people use to impress potential customers I thought I’d give you a bit of insight of my life before and into my profession…

I was born in Reading in the late 60s. My parents split up when I was five, my mother and twin sister moved to California. I moved to Little Hulton with my father and elder brother. I suppose we got the raw end of the stick! I never really recovered from the loss of my mother and twin and it showed in everything I did. I was a very unhappy child and had quite a lot of behavioural problems.

In 1984 I joined the Royal Regiment of Fusiliers and served for five years.

I tried many different jobs when I left but was rubbish at them all of them. I went into business and had a variety of different experiences and businesses. From a sun bed shop to a Chinese restaurant and to be honest I hated them all.

I met my girlfriend when I was in my 30s. She’s my best friend, sparring partner, enemy, confidant and my rock. I’ll always be indebted to her for helping me turn my life around. She’s also a fantastic mother and daughter and has given me direction and stability. At last I found happiness, after years of walking around in the dark.

The next stage of my life was finding something I enjoy and would be good at and it was her who suggested tree surgery.

The only problem? I was frightened to death of heights! But I knew I had to get over this obstacle to achieve my goals.

I contacted the army and they recommended doing a course some other soldiers have done and I proceeded down that route.

The first tree I ever climbed was an oak tree. My legs were shaking and I was holding on like a koala bear. But what gave me hope was a Grenadier guard, he’d just come back from Afghanistan. He was roughly 2 foot underneath me and shook more violently than I did!