It can be a little difficult to believe that it’s Christmas when the temperatures are in the twenties and you’re climbing at height in the mountains in shorts and a t-shirt. Equally fantastically our local town has only just put up their Christmas lights so we have totally bypassed that commercial build-up to a frenzied festive season. Just the way I like it.
Last Friday we had our son’s first ever Christmas play to attend, however, and even though the ‘after-party’ (buffet) was held outside in the sunshine it was still enough of a seasonal spur to launch us into the festive mood. (I’ll admit I even shed a soppy proud maternal tear.)
Yesterday I surfed for the first time in an AGE, in lovely, small, clean waves with the sun shining down on my head. That’s also the plan for tomorrow, Christmas Day. A dog walk on the beach with friends, a picnic and hopefully some perfect waves to ride.
As the sun set on another glorious day today I dashed out the door and up the hill to take this photo of the evening sun drenching the snow-capped Picos in ethereal light. My Christmas card to all the lovely readers of this blog who have accompanied me through 2012.