Tree hour

A Saturday night off and I treat Mrs F. to a spot of scrubby tree making - what a lucky girl she is... Actually it was a tight hours worth of time before the Ken Follet thing turned up on the telly. A bit of foliage before the sex and longbows turn up.
This morning I was going to grab an ice cream tub to store , but thought that was stupid and planted them instead. There is still so much to do with this, and I keep forgetting that it's not actually my project.

Incidentally no concrete answer to Nigel's NG diesel identification query.
http://www.norwegianrail.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/rails-of-unexpected.html