Riverton's Christmas parade is legend, for reasons good and bad. It attracts a huge crowd and rollicks along like a lunatic uncle. Our contribution this year was a phalanx of wheelbarrows, decorated randomly, with perhaps a gardening theme, though there was a dog dressed as Santa sitting in one, and a helmeted knight, brandishing a hoe, lolling in another. I made a peace-tree, resplendent with doves. I couldn't photograph myself pushing my barrow in the parade, so here it is as it waiting by the window of the Environment Centre.