Edinburgh is in full grip of commercial Christmas. The city centre is a-twinkle with every permutation of festive lights you can think of, from tasteful silvery trees to flashing neon of the the Star Flyer. It's all a bit much for me. Lovely though it is to have the town full of visitors, what I need in midwinter are darkness, silence and stillness. There's a common perception that those of us who live with long Northern winters have a craving for as much artificial light as possible. I find the reverse is true. I need to embrace the darkness rather than push it away.
Away from the city centre, Christmas breaks free from the Winter Wonderland formula. On my walk to work I pass this tiny community garden. Rudolph has an endearing squint, and a rather...interesting neck. The Christmas tree is a joyful riot of stockings and bird feeders, and the female Santa-cum-person-from-Frozen smiles at me every time I pass.
On a standard-issue municipal planter beside the garden is a notice explaining what is probably the most truly Christmassy display in the city.