Roots

It's the slow one that's the worst. The way it grands away like it's scooping bucketfuls of dentine and pulp and rattling in your head. At one point it felt like he might actually manage to push the drill out the top of my head. But really, the worst bit was the little probe things that he was pushing as far into the root as he could go to measure the depth of it. It wasn't painful - just the feeling of pressure.

That seems to be worst of it - the excavations. There's a temporary filling in for now and next week he'll take that out and do the proper filling. Such fun.

After that, a wander in and around Inzievar wood. Nice day for it. Better because most of the mud had been firmed up by ice. Otherwise we might have lost a wean in it all.