A Tall Story
This afternoon the Zed family (plus dog) went for a walk in the woods and stumbled upon the tallest tree in the U.K. It's smack in the middle of one of those Forestry Walks near Kirkhill, a few miles outside Inverness on the road to Beauly. It's actually called the Tall Trees walk, which should have given us a clue that we were likely to see some big things...but who knew that the actual tallest tree in the U.K. was just a few miles from home? Not me. I mean, it's not the sort of thing you look up.
But then I had to go and spoil this wonderful moment for myself by thinking about it too much. I mean...how do they know it's the tallest tree? Do they have squads of people checking these things on a regular basis? Can they now measure trees from space? Are lasers involved?
I had my Blackberry with me and was about to do a Google search on this puzzle when Mrs Zed realised she could use that very same device to update her on the Celtic-Rangers scoreline. So that was that.
I wandered off down the track with the dog and another puzzle presented itself to me. How come he gets better haircuts than me?
