This morning we went to pick up our Christmas tree. We like to support a little, local city-farm called Whirlow Hall, by buying our tree there rather than from a big, garden-centre chain.
It was bitterly cold with a nasty wind. All the trees were piled up in the yard, so we chose one without messing about. While John was loading it into the car, I tried to sketch a small clutch of people in Christmas hats who were playing carols.
I was well wrapped up and was drawing in fingerless gloves, but I had to stop after just a couple of minutes: my finger-ends went completely numb and I kept dropping my pencils. I have no idea how they were managing to play!