We had a drive out into the Worcestershire countryside, stopping at a pub for lunch, overlooking rolling green hills.
As we returned home after getting the last shopping, the sun was setting behind the clouds. I couldn’t see Father Christmas. Tomorrow we celebrate the birth of a very special baby.
As I was writing, the sky was darkening, I looked out the window and noticed the crescent moon through the pampas grass. Couldn’t resist another photo.