What I see in yew...

Off to Westonbirt went I, to meet up with Cheryl and Ivy. 

Janet, still feeling like she's been on twenty Capstan Full Strength every day since Christmas Eve (but has never smoked in her life), stayed home. 

Ivy brought her scooter along, and so the walk was slow and far shorter than Janet and I would normally do, but lovely as ever to see the kids.

I was very taken with this section of Yew branch, still wet and redly glistening from the Cotswold morning fog. Worth a look in Large.

Symbol of death and rebirth, at the end of the calendar year.