Emergency blip!

This is what happens when you and your pals are so busy putting the world to rights. You forget to climb down from your high horse and do the important things like bagging a blip.

So, once Fiona had left, Gill and I took a stroll in the freezing late afternoon air, both to stretch our legs and to look for possible blips which, I must admit, were thin on the frosty ground in Balfron.

We were curious about the lights on this tree and couldn't quite decide if they were meant to depict something or just randomly decorating the tree. Any suggestions?