If I could be a pretty tree I'd be the one you see

...although I wouldn't stand for those wires strung out between the road and the trees getting in the way of every shot except those taken by someone jumping over a couple of fences and trotting halfway across the sheepfield although I'd have lost the nice Glentressic background so I didn't bother.

Maybe the trees organised the wires to maintain their privacy. Maybe they're plotting to one day send special tree-currents down the wires and blow up Cardona. Maybe they've worked out a deal with their tree-colleagues beside the golf course to pull them over and flatten a few snottyposh golfers during the next storm.

Didn't have time to pop over and investigate the wee castle thing (Nicky's weary wee feetlets) but I'll check it out sometime.