I heard Father Christmas on the roof last night, and dashed outside (that's a little reindeer pun) to see if I could catch sight of him. I was a little surprised to see Paul already up on the roof, camera in hand. Excitedly I asked, "Did you get a picture of him?" He looked at me with a quizzical expression, and gestured vaguely toward the sky. That was when I realised, with a touch of disappointment, that the sound of big feet I'd heard on the roof had in fact been Paul rushing up there to get a shot of this cloud formation before it disappeared with the setting sun.

It's pretty, I guess. But Father Christmas would have been so much more exciting. ;-)