Over at Studland, Derek’s plot is looking rather festive: alongside his tractors, he is now adorned with red roses, a snow-covered Christmas tree and a holly wreath. Readers exiled from the village might like to be reminded of the view from his resting and restful place.

The traditionally decorated church door drew me inside. And what a treat awaited …..

And here’s Lesley who, having been responsible for a lot of this marvellous decoration, was happily watering the displays, anxious that they’d see the season through.

Homewards via the chain ferry where someone else has also made an effort.

And there’s a little fishing boat, chased by hungry gulls as it  heads back to Poole. How lovely; and how lucky we are to live here.