The end of 2016

Merry Christmas fireBy implication, it may seem like chickens require a lot of care, as I haven’t written since October.  They don’t.  I’ve basically just had my hands full of children, baked goods and wrapping paper.  The chickens get thrown some veg and then we steal their eggs.

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Uniformly Christmas

Barry and I have been talking this week about Christmas decorations.  For a few years now, we’ve hauled the same stuff from under the bed to go on the tree, and that stuff is all red and silver.  Barry tried to put a red and blue bauble on the tree that someone had given us and (in my humble opinion) it stood out like a sore thumb.  It’s now mysteriously disappeared.

Which is better, coordinated colours or a festive free-for-all?  Growing up, my family’s tree was a mish-mash of various inherited baubles, balding tinsel and lights that you had to test every year, along with an artistic sprinkling of lametta at the end by my Dad.  I do think that makes for a welcoming tree, but it’s not like I’ve inherited any of these decorations, so we had to settle for Ikea’s finest.

I have been inspired by a blog for next year though – Jen from A Little Bird Told Me bought some hand-painted baubles from eBay and some ribbon and her tree looks amazing!  I think this may be the way to go next year (which, by then, our baby will be able to pull over herself, no doubt!).

Hope everyone has a very merry Christmas!

I do like to be beside the seaside

Now back off holiday (moan, moan, grumble, grumble), but we did have a lovely time.  We were staying in a caravan park on the coast, in a little seaside town called Cayton Bay.

On the day we arrived, it had been raining so hard that we were sinking into the mud getting to the caravan and I think our hearts were sinking a bit with our shoes.  It was actually a lovely day when we arrived, but the ground got better after that!  This photo is of the beach at Cayton Bay.  It’s a bit of an incline to get down to it, so I only went once (I have a bad back), but Barry went back to “fish” later in the week.  He is 65% certain that he got the hook in the water at some point.  I bought him a beach casting kit for Christmas and it’s the first time he’s tried it.

We went into Scarborough quite a few times (including to see the Avengers movie – go see it, it’s excellent!  4.5/5!).  I ate more fish and chips than I’ve ever eaten before, some of it very good, some of it not so good.

We visited Whitby as well – this photo doesn’t do it much justice, but it’s very picturesque and cute, just what you imagine a seaside town to look like.

In between all this, we picked up a channel that I’ve never seen before (Pick TV, anyone?), and I watched a few episodes of the Biggest Loser USA, which I could quickly imagine myself getting hooked on.

We were supposed to be going Monday – Friday, but we booked a cheeky extra night at The Grand Hotel in Scarborough, which is a really impressive-looking building that you can see from the sea, and can take a tram up to for 75p (which was the best bit).

We got a really good deal, and I’m so glad I didn’t Wikipedia it before staying there, but having read what they’ve got to say, don’t think I dare again!  We were supposed to have dinner and a bottle of wine in with our deal, but it just so happened one of my school friends who I haven’t seen in 10 years happened to be coming to Scarborough for the weekend.  We met up for “a” drink, and ended up getting very drunk indeed (we hadn’t eaten so got drunk very quickly), ate with them, and ended up in Scarborough’s only Irish pub until they wouldn’t serve us any more.  Good last night to the holiday!