Yesterday evening, as instructed at about twenty past five, we gazed into the western sky – and there it was, Santa’s sleigh, a brightly-lit object hurtling past the crescent moon and the stars. We tried the binoculars, to little effect – it just became a larger brightly-lit object. My son, on a seasonal visit, insisted that it was the International Space Station…

For the last daylight hour of Christmas Day, we took a stroll along the lanes for a much-needed leg stretch and breath of fresh air. It certainly was fresh, but once again the sky was mostly clear for a glowing sunset. Merry Christmas everyone!