Last year the holly tree that sits half way up my vegetable patch overlooking the lane down to the Welsh Hovel was awash with red berries. But this year the birds have had almost the entire lot as you can see below. I have mentioned to the two cats that this is yet another massive failure on their part and that this will be brought up in their annual review.
Despite the lack of berries, this morning, I cut off a few sprigs some of which contained one solitary berry and have no placed sprigs over all of the potraits on the walls in the house. The one below is that of great uncle David Cochrane.