It is a strange time, this in between period, a weird festive void. Christmas has gone, but the decorations are still up, although beginning to irritate a little. New Year is not quite here, but tantalisingly close. I’m in Limboland and eager to move up the line to Clean Slate Town.
Still, as we all know, you can’t hurry love. Here is a tree graveyard. That’ll cheer us all up.