The Christmas tree is up. Mysterious and tall, like an ancient Druidic bough, the evergreen totem stands twinkling in the window once again.
Despite being fake the annual rite of trimming our winter tree connects us to our rustic ancestors who did the same in the dark forests centuries, perhaps millennia, ago.
It all puts me in mind for some eerie folklore. So, I shall watch a TV play I have rented on DVD tonight.
It's an icon of folk horror called Robin Redbreast and I have wanted to watch it for years. Made in 1970 this Play for Today has at long last become available on LoveFilm the films-by-post service I'm in.
So whilst Missus Moonbase is having a festive supper and talking Grandma with her pal in the kitchen diner I shall retire to the telly room, replete with its flickering Christmas tree, to enjoy a seasonal ale and Robin Redbreast.
I shall keep you posted folks!