Spring

A bonnie day in the isles. Which of course means I find myself ankle deep in mud taking pictures of a biomass willow crop for a job I'm working on.

This being Orkney it follows that I will be spotted behaving oddly in a field and find myself being asked what I was doing. Once we got over the fact that I wasn't in the middle of some peculiar form of industrial espionage we had a pleasant chat about the willow and when it would be harvested and turned into wood chips for use as fuel.