For a season that primarily counts red, gold, green and silver as its festive colours, i can't escape my love for all things orange lately.  I know burnt oranges, ambers, crimsons and browns feature quite heavily in Autumn, but Christmas brings the clementine - and for me thats almost better.  Not the satsuma.  Not the minniola.  Not a navel orange.  Just a clementine please.  
Yes its minus five million outside, so cold that my little mitten-ey mitts ache when i am aboard Willow; and when i breathe in too deeply i can almost feel my lungs …