On Christmas Eve, I collected a fallen holly sprig....please excuse disgusting window.....it has since been cleaned!:
Unfortunately, most of the berries on the tree had been blown off in the previous days' gales.
OB put out the traditional glass of whisky and a mince pie for Father Christmas, despite having not believed in him for two years. My mother told me he didn't exist from birth. Nice.
Christmas day brought lovely presents, including 'London in a Matchbox' in OB's stocking. More fiddly to construct than you would believe:
The Christmas revolving chickens:
A Christmas day walk with the dogs:
Trigger had his Christmas dinner (an apple and a carrot chopped into the usual). By the way, the bunting is there to try and stop him jumping the fence:
Jack is a hot dog and washing still needs to be dried, even on Christmas day:
Boxing day brought sunshine:
Some of the Christmas snow settled:
I can't resist a nice bunch of lichen:
There were icy puddles too:
The dogs had fun in the sun:
I'll be glad when everything gets back to normal to be honest. Until next time, here are Snippet and Jack looking like Cerberus minus a head.