It's been busy in Trafalgar Square this week. I noticed this on Monday morning.
Lorries , men in high-viz jackets and cranes.
And by lunchtime this lonely looking tree.
Tonight on my way home, the square was dark but filled with people, a band playing somewhere in the corner, the crowd joining in Good King Wenceslas. The sound of trumpets - or was it cornets? - announced speeches from grand people, mayors and the like. We heard that this was the 62nd tree of friendship from the people of the City of Oslo to the citizens of London, lit up on the first Thursday of December. A present for me and millions of others from the forests of Oslo.
I've never knowingly met a Norwegian before, but the lady next to me in the crowd told me she was from Oslo. She had lived here for years but this was the first time that she and her daughter had come to see the lighting of the tree. Me too. She talked about hiking in the forests and the way that they only had white lights on their Christmas trees in Norway. We both urged them to get on with the speeches as our feet were cold and wet.
As the lights went on and the crowd cheered, we both found ourselves rather moved and a little tearful. We shook hands as we parted and wished each other a Happy Christmas.
Then off we all went.
I give you the most famous Christmas Tree in the world (probably).