Out with the old

OB and I took a walk on this last day of the old year. We met a sad-looking and doddery old dog, all alone on the path. Saw someone by a house below the track and called out to ask if they'd lost a dog. Apparently he wanders up there alone all the time. Poor old soul.

If you're celebrating the old year out, enjoy  yourselves. We'll be tucked up by the fire at home.

Oh, and here's the best, best, best New Year song from The Unthanks.