It's a clear day in the Scottish Highlands, the sun is beating down between the gaps in the branches of the Scots pine trees. In a clearing in the forest, a rugged figure can be seen. He's holding an axe and appears to be chopping wood. As you get closer, he looks up and meets your gaze. You look lost, is there anything I can help with? Asks the man. He mops sweat from his brow, with his hairy arms. Oh, sorry, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Ruaridh and that over there is my home. I've lived here for many years now. Anyway, back to that original question. Can I help with anything?