Boxin day Blues!

Before you can say tickety boo in elvish, its boxing, the most curio0s of days, and the least known about.
One in fact i spent the most part sat outside feeling ghastly for a cocktail of Riesling, poilly fuisse, Amaretto and  Grand Marnier.
Suffice to say, like many of our great land the only cure was fresh air and water. plenty of it.
The sky was blue, grey, blue, grey, rainy, blue again. Yes changeable. 
Out Blue Tits relentless in their quest for food.
The willow whip once more providing a suitable perch, and for me composition provider