A Tidy Garden

A couple of days ago I went on a long, knackering, wonderful 20 mile walk in the Cairngorm mountains with my youngest son. A couple of hours after setting off early, through amazing scenery, and before starting the real climbing, we approached the first human being on our walk. A forestry worker, surrounded by this stunning landscape, got out of his 4 by 4 and started lopping a few tiny trees from the side of the track, with a handsaw.

As we came up to him I gave him my best mountainside banter, bearing in mind his task at the time. "Tidy garden, you've got here".

He came straight back with: "Aye, you won't believe it. The boss isn't allowing us to use any machinery".

Which did sound a bit daft.

But it also goes to show that no matter how wonderful your working environment might be, there is always something juicy to complain about, to any wandering passers by.