Sadly it’s turning into a Christmas Horribilis for us. More about this at a future date when we feel we can write about it.

But before the proverbial hit the fan, we were busy preparing for a happier, socially distanced Yule.

The Christmas tree arrived on a tractor, delivered from the farm a few hundred yards down the road, where we had often walked the dog past the field where it was growing.

Just six inches needed trimming off the top to get it in.

On another dog walk we foraged around the hedgerows, and raided our herb garden, for Emma to make a Christmas wreath.

And of course, we might not be able to meet inside right now, but there is always the option for a socially distanced Gluhwein around the fire pit with a neighbour!