A Scorpion forestry machine near Helsinki, Finland Graham Lawton
I’m in a forest in Finland watching trees die a brutal death. A monstrous machine like something from The War of the Worlds is lumbering among the pines, its deadly arm swaying menacingly. Every now and again it selects a victim, grasps it at the base and slices through the trunk like butter. As the tree crashes through the canopy, the machine – called a Scorpion – raises it aloft as if in triumph, strips the branches and butchers the trunk into three. It …
