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Non-Britfags may not be aware of this, but Scotland, as far as I can tell from my experience of running around it and throwing myself on the ground during simulated enemy fire, is composed entirely of a carpet of these fucking things. Not soft, bushy heather, not even grass. Just spines, spines and more spines.
If you're lucky it'll be tall and with a jolly purple flower on top to warn you. We were frequently unlucky. There's nothing quite like the chorus of yelps as stealth thistles bury themselves into the crotches of an entire squad.
