At Ikea there was a cage of discarded Christmas trees. We added ours. I wonder why they were kept penned in, perhaps they were in danger of charging over to the shop and liberating their already recycled forest mates. Perhaps they were just pining for a change of scene…
5/365 Can you imagine a worse party game?
4/365 hunting for colour
3/365 Certificate of Merit
Still in the grip of the lurghy, it’s nice to remember (considerably) previous achievements. This was issued after an expedition organised by my late grandfather Eric Arnison. He wanted us to be the last people to the top of the highest mountain in Lancashire. The county boundaries changed very soon after our ascent. One of Boy […]