How I love a walk in the countryside. It's been a while since we've laced on our boots and gone out on an adventure. There's something particularly magical about a winter walk. All that soft grey light. I love to hurry back as the sun sets after lamps come on in cottage windows.
It was really windy up on the top of the ridge. By the beacon the boys were leaning into the wind at about 45 degrees. They loved it of course.
Father Christmas came round tonight in his sleigh with his friends from the local Round Table. When he came to the door to see if we'd been naughty or nice, the internet connection cut out. It didn't come back until he was a street or two away. I think he is channelling some sort of cosmic interference. Hardly surprising giving his mysterious powers. He may be headed your way next, so do watch out.
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