Saturday, December 25, 2010
"Nature is a language - can't you read? Nature is a language - can't you read?" The Smiths
This was our soundtrack for what my daughter described as a "film moment" when the snow began to fall on Christmas Eve as we danced back to the house with our Christmas Branch.
The Gamekeeper came by in a tractor to feed the pheasants, clearing a path through the snow to the woods.
So we collected a Christmas Branch and decorated it.
And gave the tractor-man a wee dram.
Christmas Eve: our "own" venison roasted in a pastry "huff", cabbage and roast potatoes. home-made mince pies.
And soon it was Christmas.
And FL opened his presents...
Happy Christmas to all of you from all of us!
Even the Christmas Elf.