Christmas 2013


It is a November’s afternoon and the light is starting to fade already. I have lit the fire and am watching the flames dancing behind the glass. A little while ago the leaves were dancing around on the drive outside, whipped up by strong gusts of wind. They were soon flattened by a sharp hailstorm and then there were hailstones dancing instead. And now the sun is peeping out again; a watery glimpse of brightness before it drops behind the hills.


Sol was 90 in June. We had three celebrations, one of which had a gathering of four generations.

In August we got to France and spent part of our holidays with each set of grandchildren.