Restricted as we are to school holidays, it has often turned out that we spend Christmas and Easter in Normandy. We even have our own Christmas Tree, up-rooted and then re-planted each year in the garden, which has so far done us proud. Now that we have a woodburning stove in the salon there is somewhere cosy for Father Christmas to leave his sacks, and that room stays wonderfully warm throughout the holidays.
This is us having reached the top of a very big hill on Boxing Day, and recovering with hot mulled wine from a flask, and Christmas Cake. Scrummy!
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