Christmas Eve. . .The horses settled in their stables, the sound of rustling straw so perfectly apt for this evening as we bid them goodnight. Midnight Mass at our tiny local church, no more than 20 hardy souls in the congregation, puffs of breath rising in the air as we sing rousing carols and vie for warmth from the tiny radiator. Walking home afterwards guided by torchlight through the eerily dark woods singing schoolday words to the hymns. The cat coming to meet us, cream-tipped tail held aloft like a beacon to light the way. Drinking nightcaps in front of the woodburner.
Christmas Day. . .Champagne and presents. Carols on the radio. Cosily reading our books in front of the fire. Cooking Christmas dinner together and not eating until early evening. Downton Abbey. Heartfelt peace and goodwill.
Boxing Day. . .Traditional bubble-and-squeak lunch, getting together with friends. Returning fresh-faced from a windswept ride on Bruce and scoffing chocolate cake (me not him- he had carrots).
Our Wedding Anniversary. . .Soppy cards. Red roses. A "day out" to Swanage in the pouring rain. Waiting 45 minutes in a crowded coffee shop for toasted cheese sarnies, holding hands and laughing as we people-watched and got hungrier and hungrier.
New Years Eve. . .Walking along the beach at Lyme Regis with dear friends. Finding fossils, and skimming stones into the sea for their dog to fetch. Hearty pub lunch (like we needed more food). Staying awake til midnight and letting off a huge firework in the garden. Shouting "Happy New Year" into the darkness and toasting 2012 as it arrives.
New Years Day. . .this year is going to be such a good one- no Resolutions, just an aim to make to the most of every day and stop worrying.
Bring it on! xx
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