It was a mammoth trip
and good to be back, even though now it's the shortest days with the sun
setting mid afternoon and long cold nights. For me, London is still
magical even after forty years, and somehow seems even more so in the
dark. So it was a good time to meet up with friends and family and
we certainly made the most of it: walking the south bank and the
local woodland and parks; catching up with some shows; attending
festive dinners and gatherings; boozing with the lads in jostling
pubs. All amidst thronging crowds and pulsing Christmas lights,
while avoiding the worst excesses of black Fridays and hard sell
Saturdays.
We also got to spend a
few splendidly sunny days over Christmas with Deborah and Bill, their
friends and extended family, witnessing the Suffolk festive rituals
and managing some good long walks, between mountainous supplies of
food and booze; and in Sussex for New Year with Sarah and Rob and yet
more culinary excess. Some hysterically funny parlour games at both
venues helped to take our minds off what 2017 might have in store:
good company and jollity all round.
Quite Dickensian, all
in all.
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