To everyone, Happy It'salmostallovermass!
Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day...all soggy parsnips and family minefields carefully negotiated...
And for those of you who I know were on your own, or feel to be, you were not forgotten.
We had Christmas at home for a change as we are normally up t’north with t'other half's family, so it was lovely to just do our own thing. (That's a real treat as we all know.)
We had a very dear friend around for the day. He has four children who have given him 13 grandchildren! They have a huge get together sometime in the week which he absolutely loves, but on Christmas Day he tells them all to go to their inlaws... then sits at home on his own, doing those huge watery cat eyes from Puss in Boots whilst eating cold baked beans out of the can, but as it's Christmas he sprinkles cornflakes on top for a little bit of festive indulgence. True story.
(Don't worry Les, you've not been named, Oops!).
Anyway, all went well. I'm the cook, and although I don't normally do roasts anymore it all came together, then us three men, well over a certain age, sprawled about watching Die Hard for the 20th time to avoid the saccharine of anymore Christmas films...as us real men do.
Back to the image...A Boxing Day Walk(ish) at Broughton Castle.
Two miles from home so a few minutes drive. The last time I went out (apart from a few minutes) was the late afternoon when I did the evening shots in Oxford back on Nov 21, then came down with a weird bug and I still feel like I've got someone's fingers in my ears - from the inside - and walking like a Thunderbird puppet with a loose string.
But it felt wonderful to be out and away from central heating. Still all bunged up and wobbly though five weeks later!
If you've read the text of my previous posting, you were warned of my endless wafflings so you've only got yourself to blame for reading this load of self indulgence. But thank you!
The Park at Broughton Castle, the moat and building just visible on the left.
To everyone, Happy It'salmostallovermass!
Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day...all soggy parsnips and family minefields carefully negotiated...
And for those of you who I know were on your own, or feel to be, you were not forgotten.
We had Christmas at home for a change as we are normally up t’north with t'other half's family, so it was lovely to just do our own thing. (That's a real treat as we all know.)
We had a very dear friend around for the day. He has four children who have given him 13 grandchildren! They have a huge get together sometime in the week which he absolutely loves, but on Christmas Day he tells them all to go to their inlaws... then sits at home on his own, doing those huge watery cat eyes from Puss in Boots whilst eating cold baked beans out of the can, but as it's Christmas he sprinkles cornflakes on top for a little bit of festive indulgence. True story.
(Don't worry Les, you've not been named, Oops!).
Anyway, all went well. I'm the cook, and although I don't normally do roasts anymore it all came together, then us three men, well over a certain age, sprawled about watching Die Hard for the 20th time to avoid the saccharine of anymore Christmas films...as us real men do.
Back to the image...A Boxing Day Walk(ish) at Broughton Castle.
Two miles from home so a few minutes drive. The last time I went out (apart from a few minutes) was the late afternoon when I did the evening shots in Oxford back on Nov 21, then came down with a weird bug and I still feel like I've got someone's fingers in my ears - from the inside - and walking like a Thunderbird puppet with a loose string.
But it felt wonderful to be out and away from central heating. Still all bunged up and wobbly though five weeks later!
If you've read the text of my previous posting, you were warned of my endless wafflings so you've only got yourself to blame for reading this load of self indulgence. But thank you!
The Park at Broughton Castle, the moat and building just visible on the left.