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This year's gala was, by all accounts, a great success.

Your local correspondent was unable to attend this time, but here are a few pictures of the day sent in by one of our roving reporters.

Well done to the new organising team, who even managed to arrange for decent weather this year.

I can't take the credit for this piece I'm afraid - Linda (you know, Local History Linda) has been dealing with some technical 'challenges' over the last few days so I'm posting this on her behalf...

Strolling through Bishopthorpe is hard going on the slippery footpaths but, with perseverance and camera in hand, the winter sun brings its own rewards.

Archbishop Drummond's gateway stands resplendent on a crisp December day.

Midnight Mass has been celebrated in this church since it was built and consecrated in 1899.

Eerie winter shadows stretch across the snow towards the Archbishop's walled garden.

In Church Lane - kind thoughts for others at Christmas.

Ivy creeping over an old wall in Acaster Lane.

Season's Greeting to you all, and best wishes for 2010

Despite the dire weather forecast the residents of Myrtle Avenue held their now traditional street party on Sunday 26th, organised by Liz (number 15) and Wendy (number 27).

It was such a success that they've put together their own web site to show how much fun they all had.

There's a permanent link to the Myrtle site on the Links page, but you can have a look at it by clicking here www.myrtleavenue.co.uk

Thanks to Richard for putting this together.

The St. Andrew's flag flutters gently in the breeze celebrating the church's patron saint.  In parts of England the festival, on 30th November, was also one of the traditional days when schoolchildren indulged in locking their teachers out of school.  It's not very likely that this happened in Bishopthorpe.  During the 19th and early 20th centuries, the pupils were expected to attend a special morning service in the church on St. Andrew's Day.

The saltire also seems to have heralded winter's arrival. On Tuesday morning (2 December) we woke to find the village had a layer of snow; the sun's gradual ascent providing a positive glow.  As I walked into the churchyard, having decided to take a photograph or two, I was alarmed to find the head and shoulders of a man emerge from a grave.  Thankfully, I soon established he was from the land of the living and that a new plot was being prepared.