Seasons greetings to you all. We’d planned a quiet Christmas at home, just the four of us; which was just as well as Mr Uphilldowndale, Tom and I have all been unwell, coughs, achy limbs, headaches and fever.
Last night it started to snow, bringing the sort of dawn today that I’d normally leap out at all blue sky and crispy snow clad trees.
But I didn’t feel like venturing far from home.
Just around the field
The garden, where the trees looked particularly elegant.
And a peek down the lane.
For those of you missing Spud the dog, here he is, after a burst wrapping paper shredding on Christmas day.