Seed gathering again.

At a time when Ebor Forestry should be busy licking the envelopes full of forms that we know assorted government useless bastard agencies will be sending back to us because they can, Ebor Forestry have again been dragged into our local government client`s annual seed gathering events in the darkest of dark Yorkshire urban forests.

Unfortunately, this event involves the 3 things Ebor Forestry hate the most.

Namely, children, trees and trying to pretend to children that we like trees.

The bastards.

Trees, that is, not the children who are all angels.

Here`s a selection of what they said this year (all true):

"Me dad shot a deer down here with me uncle".

"We set fire to that down there again on bonfire night."

"Do you own these woods?" (Why?) "`cos me dad`s had the slates off that lodge."

"Are you here everyday, `cos me brother might see you later on if you like."

"Are we going near the canal where all the murders are?" (No) "Good. Is this an acorn?" (Yes)"Cool".