This is the time of year for forgiveness. A season to clutch to your bosom those that have offended you over the previous year, or even years. So, with that in mind, and much as it goes against my normal anti-cotoneaster stance, here is a photo for your delectation. Seasonably scarlet berries, stretching far into the horizon, will be enjoyed by gourmet wildlife and discerning humans alike.
There, that is it, never expect me to praise that darned shrub again.