I sit here still with the tree up, lights twinkling away just because I can't bear to take the tree down yet. In my family we have always kept the tree up until the end of the twelfth day of Christmas and the lights definitely cheer up the dark, cold January evenings. Mr F has gone back to work and today was our first day where we have come out of festive mode and LO and I were back into our 'normal' routine.
This weekend, we thought we would make the most of out last full day before Mr F returned to work properly (he actually went back on Friday but this is the first full week). Our friend recommended the 12 Days of Christmas walk through the woods at Bolton Abbey in North Yorkshire. The weather was freezing and we could barely feel out fingers by the end but it was so gorgeously sunny. Along the walk were different scenes depicting the 12 days of Christmas. It's such a simple but lovely idea and the scenes looked stunning against the natural woodland backdrop. Except for the meltdown Little One had at the end of the walk, probably from being so cold, it made a lovely end to our festive season and our twelve days of Christmas together.
|Reading everyone's Christmas messages on the Christmas wish tree.|
|On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me... Nine ladies dancing...|
...Six geese a laying
|....Five gold rings.|
|It was so cold but the frost looked lovely as it sparked in the sun.|
|LO enjoyed walking part of the way. We would have been there til next Christmas if he'd walked the whole way though as it was a good couple of miles.|
|You can't see in this photo but there is a beautiful river behind. Bolton Abbey is well worth a visit if you're ever in Yorkshire.|
|Pulling messages off the tree... oops!|