Dripping!

My errand of the day was to make sure that we had a (small) Christmas tree reserved.  A gentleman in the village has a smallholding on which he has grown trees, so I traipsed off there (drove, in the rain) to find one.  It was a long way down his property and by the time I got to the trees I was a tad damp.

But I found one, and I hope that Mrs B is happy with it when it is delivered.  It's not a regular shape, you see . . .