Catch it soon, a festive special by Mrs WH…
‘A Time for Nothing’
‘As my offended nostrils acclimated to the pungent dampness, there was just a little colour to be seen, like on an old sepia photograph, that told very little of the accuracy of the occasion. Steadily, so as not to slip, I emptied the seed onto the bird table, noting that yesterday's offering was all but gone.’