Barbara and I are sitting by a roaring fire in our old ramshackle house on Christmas eve for the 50th time, but for the first time since 1973 we are on our own.
Our parents have gone, our siblings elsewhere and children and grand children unable to visit because of tier 4 restrictions. Nonetheless we can only reflect on how fortunate we have been so far and hope that those of you who have had a harder time this year can hold it all together and work through the dark winter ahead to a better spring.
Merry Christmas to you all and above all a Happy New Year,
Martin