We wake late with full tummies but I still manage porridge topped with chunks of home made Christmas pudding, drizzled in cream, which is utterly divine. After lazing around in our pj's for most of the morning, we spend the rest of the afternoon walking around Faversham's glorious countryside. Over stiles and railway tracks, through hops and strawberry fields, along muddy paths and wide open fields, popping into old churches and pubs as we pass them. Clouds loom but thankfully do not break, instead releasing occasional shafts of dusky golden sunlight on to the Kentish countryside below.
My mister made a time lapse video to capture it, and added a sweeeet grade. Below are some stills from the video and the video itself.
This Christmas was a good one. My mister and I wanted to remember its details as it will be the last one involving only adults; the last food centric, boozy, slobby Christmas, the last before babies. And we couldn't have asked for more. Yes, there were stresses and strains, as there always are with family gatherings, but this one just happened to be particularly full of comfort and joy and good stuff, and for that we are extremely grateful.