A sticky tar sap. Needled skirt up to cap. Boarded in bulk. Shape hung: travels map.

An adventure you seek then come and check me out. Want to escape, fall in love or is it a mystery you seek. Forget the audio or the podcast. Open me and away from here we go.

Ring me up every time you enter my house for without me you surely will be stuck about

Winter's fingers creeping down to tap, tap, tap at the walls, the windows from the eaves of your roof. In the cold night, they can certainly look intimidating, but not so much during the day. The sun makes them so nervous, they break into a cold sweat!

Under sunshine, we'll shine together.....Under rain, I got you? What am I?