Embarrasing Christmas Sweater

There has to be one; it's in the rules. Bad luck Annie.

Mud everywhere...

...and Exhibit A, the most effective device known to mankind for spreading mud over everything in the whole wide world.

Farewell my Wellies

Many women get excited about Manolos or Jimmy Choo shoes. But six-inch heels are no use to you in the middle of a muddy walk watching yer dog disappearing over the horizon. Me, I like my wellies, and sadly both my favourite pairs have worn out in the same week as the result of extended Christmas walkies. I shall miss them.

Walk in the woods #2: Working up an appetite for Christmas Dinner...

Mud is flying
All around us
Annie's jumping
Having fun
'Tis the season
Sprouts & spuds & turkey...
Merry Christmas, Everyone!

(to be sung, very quietly under your breath, to the tune of that ghastly Paul McCartney Christmas thing. Sorry.)

Looking forward to Mum & Big Brother arriving tomorrow... lots more celebrating the festive season still to do. Ho ho ho!!!

Birthday Lunch

...so we didn't make Sunday Lunch canalside at Napton as we had planned, but we did have stormingly good seafood lunch at the restaurant by the pier.

Thwarted...

Happy Birthday P!

We were supposed to be spending a long weekend on Caracol to celebrate P's birthday with a family lunch with S&R on Sunday. But the snow has beaten us - hardly any snow to speak of here at home, but further afield the motorways are closed. Annie the dog is spending her weekend keeping warm and so are we.