On the eleventh day of Christmas...

My true love gave to me,
Eleven Hellebores blooming,
Ten angels rejoicing,
Nine stars a-twinkling,
Eight sparklers a-sparkling,
Seven drinks a-waiting,
Six new books for reading,
Five gol-den rings,
Four degrees below freezing,
Three tumbling Santas,
Two Mummers Players,
And a fluffy cat sitting by a Christmas tree!


A very mild day for January, 12c, but another day of gale force winds in the south west, in fact it's been even windier than yesterday. We've lost a fence in the garden, and Dyrham Park was closed for the second day in a row due to dangerous high winds. So the back garden is as far as I got today, where the Christmas Roses are a-blooming (don't count them too carefully though, a poetic eleven!).