We have not had much in the way of snow in Tashkent this winter. The mountains around us have had rather a lot. Nothing, however, deters our hiking guide, the indomitable Boris (on the left, wearing the bright pink fleece. He pulls it off.), and we wade over the hills of a Sunday afternoon with great intrepidity. The Boxing Day Brisk Walk (TM my mother) is the one festive tradition I’ve managed to hang on to here, so I owe Boris for that.