Sunday 12 December 2010

This is a contribution to the festive spirit made by the Daniel Defoe, a local pub in Stoke Newington. At this time of the year I like walking past a flower shop near this pub, through the little forest of Christmas trees gathered for sale on the pavement outside. As you walk through it you can smell the resin from the trees — it's lovely to be in the middle of London yet transported for a second to somewhere utterly different. Much as I love these trees though, I'm looking for an artificial one this year  one of the worst sights after Christmas is their brown carcasses abandoned on pavements and propped up by rubbish bins.

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