There was a storm last night rattling round the house and when we woke up this morning it was to the sight of another fallen tree in the garden.
This one had been blown down by the wind but the slight problem was we were flying to London for Christmas in a couple of hours.
As Cath pointed out, if it had come down a few weeks earlier we could have dragged it inside and draped it with lights and tinsel.
I didn’t want to leave it as it was so dashed out with my trusty saw and cut in into a few smaller pieces to deal with on our return.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 