Talking about my local woods, as I was yesterday, I bumped into a fella on the hill there a week ago. He gave me some news, which I desperately hope is nothing more than local gossip.

According to Bob, Scottish Woodlands are going to be chopping down all those trees that have kept me sane, and provided countless hours of wonderful relaxation, over this last couple of years in particular. And then they are just giving up responsibility for them.

I don’t know how true this is, and I need to find out. But I have come to realise why people do some seemingly crazy things. Like chaining themselves to trees, for instance.

It’s the way I feel right now about the forest on Ben Ghuilean. Because some things become a part of us.

Even the possibility of that happening makes me feel sad. This is a fittingly sad song I wrote with a friend called Dave Harris, and one which I hope, I really hope, I’m not going to be singing in my own special happy place.