Nearly the end of another year.
I don't really know why I stopped blogging - I enjoyed it. It almost feels like a friendship breakdown. The longer you leave it, the harder it is to pick up the phone.
2012 brought a year of consolidation, really. No huge excitements, but steady contentment, I suppose.
We reworked some areas in the garden, but got hardly any use from them as the summer weather was so bad.
We enjoyed the Olympic coverage, but less so the Jubilee.
One of our neighbours decided to tackle the squirrel situation with a gun, to our horror. However, they came back, which makes me very happy.
I eroded my fear of heights a little.
Our woodpeckers had a baby, who continues to visit most days, but is very difficult to photograph.
J and I explored more possible escape locations across Yorkshire.
I decided it was time to go grey disgracefully!