On the lane down to the Welsh Hovel at the edge of what was once known as the jungle and will one day be a soccer pitch sized vegetable garden sits a holly tree. In the autumn it was full of red berries but I was resigned to the birds eating the lot.
Perhaps it is the presence of my two ferocious scouser guard cats, Sian and Quincey, which has seen the birds either scared away or killed by the Mersey murderers. For the tree today looks splendid with berries aplenty. There are logistics involving ladders to consider but with our Christmas tree due to come indoors from the garden on Monday, it is now time to decorate the house.