In the Bleak Midwinter

A silver birch tree in the leisure centre car park still bore leaves. Taken as I was coming away from a gym session.

Popped in earlier to give prezzies to Aziz for his family. He is very angry about the murder of two young Scandinavian women in the High Atlas Mountains and tells me that six men have been apprehended and will be hung, their bodies to be put on display in public, although I'm not sure about the public display.

I had managed to finish wrapping Christmas presents before the family had come the previous day. William was in fine form.