My Dad was a secret midnight Tree planter!
He planted most on roundabouts, lethal!
He also managed to grow a wine called chateu piddle, it got mentioned in a BA flight magazine and as a kid I can remember bus loads of American tourist turning up at our place wanting a bottle!
Some of the trees made it, so if you see a 40 year old Oak or horse chestnut in the middle of a tiny roundabout, you can thank him!
We also had a cats called piddle puss and sh1t face, caused no end of looks from passer buyers when he used to stand on our doorsteps in the middle of the night, just in pants calling them back in.
He was as one as our neighbours once said ' mad as f@@@ your Dad'