The absence of heavy traffic. A chance to view the latest patchwork of tarmac (whilst negotiating the storm flushed potholes). The lull in ‘hostilities’, as festive trees lie redundant and the next phase of the (end of) year lies in preparation. Metal fencing and traffic cones in lieu of the controlled (ticketed) ‘farewell/greeting’ pyrotechnic display. Father Time and an agricultural implement perhaps now banished to the relative obscurity of literature.