Christmas in a few Pictures

The last of the shopping was done during lunch at the Distillery.




Where I picked up a gift for my mother, a tea towel by Emma Bridgewater. It was well received! Rowrrrrrrrr...




I finished rolling and wrapping beeswax candles (after a last-minute dash to the shops to find some more wick, dagnabit!)




I like traditions that can evolve and change. One that has been solid for a few years now is watching the masterful Alistair Sim in A Christmas Carol. (1951) on Christmas Eve.

"Can you forgive a pig-headed old fool with no eyes to see with and no ears to hear with all these years?"




It was different this year as I enjoyed it with a 19-pound turkey tabby on my chest.




Another tradition: buttered panettone for breakfast as we open presents. But we shifted from drinking prosecco... there had been a bit too much celebrating the afternoon and night before.

Presents opened, I roasted some chestnuts for the soup.

And - new this Christmas - made some rosemary bread, which scented the place well.

Christmas dinner was topped with my mother's incredible trifle, a much-loved, three-year-old tradition around here.

And today, a blustery walk to Cherry Beach to take in some much-needed oxygen, burn off some calories, and clear my head after some wonderful and busy days.