He walked along the brink, along the line of nothing, between sky and ancient river

I seem to have celebrated the solstice this year by reading Alan Garner's Boneland (2012) and singing "Fairytale of New York" with derspatchel .

Works for me.

Ringing out from pine to oak

This year, trimming the tree first involved combing out handfuls of dry oak leaves from the branches of our Fraser fir. I have no idea. Possibly I shouldn't have invoked Robert Holdstock this afternoon.

Have a lot of pictures.

( Plus Hanukkah! )

The plum pudding is steaming.