Slowly we wind down for Christmas. On Tuesday the village gathered in the hall to sing carols and drink mulled wine. The children from the school sang Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Then we piled out into the icy night, wishing each other a Merry Christmas.
Yesterday I let the fire in the stove go cold and swept it. It’s a funny feeling letting it go out because it has been been continuously alight for a few weeks now and it really is the heart of our home in the winter months. We exchanged presents on the farm then packed up the car and made the long journey to Big Dreamer’s parents for Christmas. And burglars don’t bother…if you manage to find our house you’ll have to get through ten dogs and a neighbour whose pretty handy with both a gun and a chainsaw (plus the only valuable things we have, have come with us).
So, to all the people who read this blog and so kindly support all that I do as an illustrator, have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May it be a peaceful and restful festive period for you and yours.