Ungloomy Christmas

I hope your Christmas Day was tranquil, relaxed and extremely pleasant? Ours was. We go in for very low-key, un-timetabled activity, the Lovely Son and I; nothing has to be done other than opening our presents in turn, having a walk when we feel like it, having dinner when we feel like it.

It dawned grey and damp. We went for our customary walk anyway, choosing to drive to the end of the road on Bossington Hill.

Millie tried her best to come with us, but was forcibly ejected from the car, squawking in protest.

High above Porlock Vale, there was some lively galloping about, ball in mouth, until the Lovely Son accidentally threw the ball deep into the gorse. Such accidents are always a ten-minute tragedy for Flossie.

Despite the mist, there were views.

And bare winter trees.

We walked to Bury Castle, an Iron Age hill fort. There was some hilltop posing.

And Flossie demonstrated the windsock capabilities of labrador ears.

East....

West....

Then a slow walk back to the car.

And home amid  glimmers of sunlight.

Then Christmas Dinner 1* and an evening in front of the fire, with calls to and from friends left behind in the North East.

Our first Christmas in Somerset; just lovely.

*Christmas Dinner 2 took place two days later after the arrival of the LS's girlfriend. Yes, two puddings!