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.
The forest floor was saturated after heavy rain, but the waterlogged land beautifully reflected the mid afternoon sun.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 loved these tree branches reaching for the dying light.
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.
So, as usual, we lit the Christmas pudding...
...and watched some old classics on TV - me through a crystal ball like the Wicked Witch of the West.
The Christmas Day showing of The Wizard of Oz turned out to be somewhat prophetic as Storm Gerrit delivered a hooley shortly afterwards, including a mini tornado which descended on Manchester.
We spent the time well - reading, cooking, listening to music and enjoying some other old classics, including Hitchcock's Suspicion and Witness for the Prosecution, as well as House of Gucci, Saltburn (surely the most bizarre ending to a film in recent years?) and my old favourite and Christmas staple, A Christmassy Ted, the Father Ted Christmas special which sees the priests trying to escape from a department store women's lingerie department in true war film style.
In other news, the houseplants have been re-potted and are looking appreciative and the hyacinths have bloomed. I'm almost certain their scent has reached you by now!
After the storm and pudding had settled, we headed back outside, blinking like moles after days of darkness, being sure to take in some hills and fill our lungs with clean air. Here's our favourite Sheepwalks tree and glimpses of a rainbow sky.
I never bother with New Year's resolutions, so I've started early on my recent pledge to use my Nordic walking poles more often. I have too often forsaken them for walks with my camera this past year, but am determined to get myself more organised and designate days for photo walks and days for Nordic walks.
The evidence is clear that Nordic walking increases calorie burn by 20%, boosts heart health and upper body strength. Having been forced to lay off forms of exercise I used to love thanks to a particularly symptomatic back problem, including yoga, swimming and running, Nordic walking really seems to suit me and even gives me that "runner's high" release of endorphins. Judging by my aching muscles (in all the right places) this morning, I'm already experiencing the benefits.
We've made up for lost time over the last couple of days and racked up a fair few miles. However, I did pause briefly to take some video clips for you, which I've knitted together in a little homage to our Christmas Day viewing. Please forgive the ending. When I find a way to fade out the music, my conclusions won't be so jarring.
Brace yourselves! Here comes 2024!
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