…Deep pan, crisp and even. Ho ho ho!
I went home to see my parents for Christmas. Because of the fire they had in their house back in the autumn, they’re currently staying in a cottage in the next village.
On the minus side, this made the holidays quite fraught as my mum valiantly wrestled with an oven and kitchen half the size she’s used to in order to produce a delicious feast for us. But on plus side, the place backs directly on to rolling hills and beautiful countryside.
The sun gloriously came out just before lunch on Christmas day, lighting up the whole landscape and turning the sky a beautiful colour. So I escaped sprout duty and nipped out in my wellies to take some snaps. I’ve never seen snow like this in my living memory, let alone at Christmas.
May all your Christmases be white (unless you’re actually trying to get anywhere by road, rail or air…)