If there are two things I love most about Christmas as an adult that has gone through the child rearing process it is this, I love fresh flowers and long, as in five miles long, long country walks. The fresh flowers belong in the ‘extravagant just for me’ category and the long five mile walk belongs in the ‘this keeps me more sane than anything else I know’ category.

I’ll post about the walk another day, it was blissful – and its been a hectic day and I’m just about to pop to bed.

But the flowers are just so pretty, they are a combination of leaves picked from the roadside and what was once an old railway track, turned into a long flat walk, roses bought a couple of days ago and laurel and berries from our garden.