Tree surgeon at lunchtime

I was barely at home today, with a 10am shoot back at the BEEB (I didn't take my car this time), followed by download, edit and burn CD at home.

Meanwhile, whilst the Poles were banging away next door, I heard these three fellas (or as I discovered tree fellers) chattering away outside.

My mild annoyance at the sound of yet another chainsaw is relieved by the sight of this rather attractive tree surgeon inhabiting next door's garden.

Then off into Covent Garden to shoot Jamie Glover at the Donmar Warehouse for The Sunday Times. Nice chap, very down to earth. We had a laugh about botox.

A very good day.