My wreath… (which probably wouldn’t be termed a wreath)… (The day of crafting a wreath)

A Christmas present (which its box terms cards of ‘Shakespearean Witticisms’)…

An excellently sculpted snowman out in a rural field…

Another snowy bit of English countryside…

Flowers that survived the December chill…

A snowy scene from our back window…

An optimistic little tree found in the local 800 year old churchyard…

Our 20 year old cat joining in the festivities and clutching a bauble…

A Boxing Day walk with Uncle… (and Mum said there wouldn’t be any mud)

Our crackling fire (rewarming us after our chilly time out in the countryside)…