Tired as I was after a day's stretching at The Min, it was all I could manage some days to stagger to the balcony of our little apartment and lift the Nikon, with its 180mm lens attached and some HP5 loaded, to my tired eyes. (Ed: OK, OK, we get the point - you were experiencing some fatigue. No need to milk it.)
Where was I? Oh yes, Santa Paws. From the balcony:
Bath has its fair share of Big Issue sellers. This one had his wee doggie with him, all dressed up in his Santa outfit. Poor wee pet.
On Saturday there were loads of ants:
As night fell, most of the ants went to bed: