Willow Workers

Without the Wet Wellied Willow Workers it would be difficult or impossible to gather the willow during the erratic and brief dry spells of an Argyll winter.

Some people come regularly, year after year, some pop in occasionally, or even just once. But I thank all of them, for pitching up for the living wage, and for the good chat, debate, banter or song.

Over the years thanks are due to:
​Alex, Ali, Alienor, Andre, Anna, Beri, Bob, Bob, Bobby, Binna, Bridget, Bruce, Calum, Carole, Carol, Caroline, Cecile, Chris, Catherine, Dad, Dan, David G, David M, Debs, Demelza, Demi, Derek, Di, Diana, Elspeth, Everybody from the Tigh-na-Linne-Garden Project (run by the Scottish Association for Mental Health), Finn, Francis, Gillie, Hannah, Heather, Helen, Isla, Janet, Janet's Mum, Jacqueline, Jim, Joanna, Johnnie, Josephine, Ju, Judy, Julie, Kat, Katie, Kenny, Khalil, Kizzy, Kieran, Kirsty, Leonie, Liz, Lynn, Mairi,  Marcin, Mary, Nicky, Rob, Robbie, Rosie, Rowan, Ruthie, Scott, Simon, Simone, Suzanna, Suzanne, Taryn, Tina, Tom and last - but definitely not least...Topi.