It was cold (and more importantly grey) when I woke up this morning at 8 o’clock (too early on a Sunday by rights) – but I’m glad I did. The gloom eventually lifted, and it was in truth quite warm in the winter sunshine. I joined my mates from Maidenhead & South Bucks along with a dozen or more vollies on a weekend Acorn camp at Hughenden Manor on the outskirts of High Wycombe to plant a row of fir trees along the estate boundary and then replanted some hawthorn hedge. It was a glorious day, and one of those, that I’m glad I had to go outside on – because it was worth it, and I might not have done otherwise.