This Christmas has felt different somehow. The years seem to roll seamlessly and speedily; one into another. Perhaps that's the reason why this year, I didn't feel particularly festive...last year's still being fresh in my memory. That's not to say I was in a melancholy or "down with Christmas" frame of mind; I just didn't feel that frisson of magic in the air.
With rain and wind dominating the forecast, our Christmas has been a quiet family affair, bookended by walks.
We're all aware of the phrase "when life imitates art." Well this festive period has certainly played its part. The title of this blog no doubt gives the game away, but first rewinding to Christmas Eve and our first notable excursion, we headed into the Wyre forest in neighbouring Worcestershire, for an unseasonably warm walk.
We visited the creepy cabin built by the Cadbury family and still in use today, although, as you can see from the metal shutters (which are padlocked to boot), we and other members of the riff raff are only permitted to enjoy the view from the veranda. Fine by me! I do always think of Dorothy's Kansas home when I see this cabin.
Oaks are amongst the last to shed their leaves in winter and contributed to the landscape's distinctly orange hue.
I added a copper infusion to this trippy forest photo.
The Wyre Forest is a very special place, but there's no place like home, as Dorothy would say. I'm not sure I necessarily subscribe to this, but, nonetheless, the weather gods conspired to keep us there for the festive period.
I cut some holly from the garden (only a little so as not to deprive the birds of berries or the woodland spirits of refuge before the trees regain their leaves)...
...and we lived by candlelight.
Gareth and I never go crazy with gifts at Christmas (kind thoughts and treats shouldn't be reserved for just one or two days of the year) and this year was no exception. But, I am in love with my vintage Jaeger coat...here's a glimpse..
...and total bargain Monet print which now adorns the hallway. I love its shabby frame and I'm sure it was destined for the skip had Gareth not rescued it on my behalf.