May. In Scotland it’s a time of skipping lambs, leaping calves and in the fields large amouts of the agricultural mustard gas that is Oil Seed Rape. People are staying off work in droves sneezing, coughing, watering eyes, migraine headaches and such. Im not off work because my medication is just about holding it in check. I find myself rushing to the Tay Bridge breathing in nosefuls of sea air to clear my acid-assaulted airways. Its pretty to look at but one glorious day it will be banned.