wassail

the Christmas decorations are down and put away for another year, in keeping with the English tradition of twelfth night - bad luck to keep them up beyond. The wreath has been put to good use, keeping my green man cosy as he watches over us. We'll crack open the cider tonight and drink a wassail - "be you health!".
After a thorough examination and clean of the DSLR it turns out that the lens stabiliser is working intermittently. So good news at least that the body is OK, but without a working lens I'm still plodding on with the iPhone