The photo shows the parasite which grows on a lot of the oak trees round here.
I call it yellow mistletoe, but it actually isn’t like standard kissing-bunch mistletoe at all, having different leaves – none of them in the typical pair.
Just the other day while exploring around the place, I came across two spherical bunches of white-berried, traditional mistletoe growing on a wild service tree.
They were too high to photograph properly let alone cut down. Otherwise I’d hang one above Clive’s sofa; it might sweeten the encounter due tomorrow with staff from the Rehabilitation Centre who have been looking askance at him ever since a third party stuck their oar in.