Hanging on . . .

. . . to Christmas by a thread.

We went to Newcastle on the train. Breakfast at Carluccio’s and a wander round the shops. It was very quiet. Those crowds of people, who appear for Christmas shopping, had all gone underground again until next year and it was most civilised.

So this was looking up in Newcastle – remnants of Christmas.

And this (in extras) was looking down in Newcastle!! 
I leave you to ponder. . .