They didn’t come from the east, more of a south westerly direction.
Cutting and sticking away at Christmas cards in my girl shed the other day, I thought I heard voices, not from above you understand; but from the field below: and low, it came to pass that three wise men had decided that the old slurry tank in the field would make a great bench for a winter picnic lunch. It seems quite fitting, as my girl shed was once a stable.
Just a quick snap, I didn’t want to disturb them, they looked very contented, with their bales of butties and flasks of tea.
When they were rested, they set forth, following yonder star, and probably in search of a swift half of beer in the next village.
On Christmas eve, I was more in need of a shepherd than a wise man; the grass being greener on our side of the drystone wall, we had unscheduled visitors .
We are have a quiet and relaxed day, just the four of us and Spud the dog of course, he exhausted himself with his wrapping paper shredding fest, as is traditional.
Have a lovely Christmas, wherever you may be, especially those who don’t have the chance t rest and relax and have to work.
We liked this decoration, spotted in our local hospital, definitely making the most of what comes to hand to raise a little festive cheer.