Under Yews

A busy morning engaging in Christmas madness. First stop the wise Mr Scott, who will take up the bat and pen. Then, I was picked up and birrled to the old graveyard - well, the sister needs a photo of the wreath to show I’m keeping an eye on things.
Onward ho! And ho ho ho, through the throngs in M&S, through the throngs in Waitrose, and at last home to crack open that advent beer. I’m a couple of days behind, just like on blip. Though rectifying a beer backlog is slightly more fun.