They’re the things I love the most at this time of year – plus a tray of Thorntons Continentals doesn’t hurt does it?
They’re also the type of things that inspire me to pick up my camera, rediscover my own hobbies outside of work and have a bit of ‘me’ time.
I’ve always loved photography. I remember the sheer joy of my first Kodak, taking the film to be developed and wondering what you were going to get. I still get that thrill now when we’ve been out for the day and I get home and see what we’ve captured. Over the winter season we’ve taken lots of pictures – family outings, meeting santa, opening presents – but these are some of my favourites. The quieter moments of the festive season.
The buying of the tree. We’ve been to a local farm shop the past few years and the trees are wonderful. They just have that ‘smell’, you know? The one the fills the whole house. I love the ceremony of it all – analysing the trees, pretending you know what’s what. Choosing a tree and the pride of pushing it through the chute. These photographs I love – they tell the whole story. One of these years I’m going to pop Holly through the chute and wrap her up like a tree!
There might be darker days and less light, but the light we do get is beautiful. We went to see Santa at Canon Hall Farm and as Holly was peering through the glass at the meerkats I couldn’t help but stop and notice the beauty of the light and her reflection.
When we do get time, we love to bake and tinker in the kitchen. I’m not a fan of Christmas puddings or Yule logs, though I may make one some day. This year we made honeycomb and the dipped it in dark chocolate as Christmas gifts for friends and family. The smell in the house was incredible. It turned out beautifully and I’m pretty sure I now know what heaven smells like.
Oh and then – there’s the Christmas play. That moment when all parents grin wildly and bubble with pride. I couldn’t help but snap a thousand pictures of my ‘servant to the king’. She was wonderful and I was so proud!
Lastly, is it really Christmas without a walk on the beach? Twice in December we headed to Filey and both times had the most beautiful weather. It was perfect and we spent our time noticing the small details. Broken shells, bubbles in waves and textures. Plus how small the immensity of the beach makes one young lady look tiny in this huge world.
This was our December.