Holly

I was so pleased to find holly berries on a self-set bush in the front garden as my big tree is a male.
Imagine my disappointment at finding that Something has eaten every one.

However, while out collecting rose hips, I discovered this tree, laden with berries, a short distance from home. It cannot be many years old, 20 years ago I walked to work past that area of grass and there was nothing else growing until a new spring popped up (more of a muddy patch most of the time) in the middle which has given rise to a new succession of vegetation, of brambles and thence this holly.

Whether any will remain by the time I make my Christmas decorations remains to be seen.