Christmas morning.  I remember this time when I was little.  A stocking on the edge of the bed filled with presents.  The stocking was one leg of mum’s American tan tights – it is amazing how much they stretched!  My brother and I would go into my parents’ room and show them what Santa had left us.  Then downstairs to have breakfast and then open the presents.  During the morning there would be mince pies followed by the traditional Christmas lunch.  In the afternoon we would play with the toys we had for Christmas.  I remember the year my brother got Subbuteo – the dog kept walking across the pitch and causing mayhem.  And the year my Nan helped me with my 1000 piece jigsaw which consisted of a brown horse’s head and blue sky.

So this morning I am on my own until my girls return later.  So I decided that I would take advantage of the lack of traffic and drive to the seafront.  I am so pleased I did.  It is only 3 miles away – I should visit it more often.  The views were lovely.   I let Pretzel off the lead on the beach – pebbles rather than sand sadly.  She had a great time sniffing new smells and just being free.  People walking / jogging / cycling.  Lots of happy dogs – no doubt they are hopeful that they will get a special Christmas dinner.  For once I walked without headphones which left me free to say “hello” and “Happy Christmas” to fellow walkers.

So a lovely walk this morning!  Not as long as usual – but a break from my normal route.  A great way to start the day.

Happy Christmas!