Tree Bagging Tyre Baggers

The annual trip to the Tyre Bagger, but only after walking Max round the old sculpture trail so we could wait until the light was just right, fading at dusk to let the Christmas lights do their work on the forest and make you start to get that Christmas feeling...or just cold and muddied feet depending on how bah humbug you are. We took a fairly scruffy specimen, think we all felt a wee bit of responsibility for it in case it would never get picked. And there's always the chance Max will use it to practice lifting his leg, to avoid any falling over in front of other dogs outside. And so the poor, neglected artificial tree will yet again stay in the old chest this year, waiting for the year I'll have my next environmental guilt pangs and spout the reuse message to the max.