Any chance of a bit o' bread, mate?

Finally, winter moves in on us. Although we aren't really getting any proper snow, at least not today, it's a bit white out there - particularly on the Cotswold Escarpment which forms our eastern horizon. If you had snow, my commiserations. Be safe, and look out for the vulnerable.

The current Mr Blackbird, perhaps the fifth or sixth generation of habituated turdus that's come to expect our hospitality, has popped by for his mid-morning snack. 

Today it's home-made sausage roll and he's not getting much because it's lovely! Janet's done some with chilli, some with Worcestershire Sauce and some with an odd goat's cheese and tomato centre...

The tree was waiting outside for a dry opportunity, but eventually even the most humbuggered old grinch has to go do the thing and bring it inside and trim it up. I grabbed a quick mono extra while it was still dripping on the carpet.