As I walked through the church yard this evening, on my way to the local boozer for the village lads Xmas get together, the bell ringers were rehearsing. The ground crunched underfoot and my way was lit by the festive lights on the village green trees.
This is how it looked and sounded;
Religion aside, there's nothing better than medieval church bells on a frosty night to get the Christmas spirits flowing.
We've had a few pints of the best Guinness in the village before I had to leave the lads as they went to the Indian. Unfortunately I'm interviewing for a key post tomorrow so had to be boring and come home.
On the way back the ground was slippery underfoot. The hardening ice twinkled under the street lights like tinsel. I didn't pass a soul until the last corner when an old man, somewhat overweight and with a large white beard passed me.
He gave me a big smile and the standard northern greeting of "Alreet?"
And so I feel "christmassy".
Our tree is up, I bought the last of Miche's presents earlier today and our online grocery shop has been ordered...
I wish a happy secular midwinter celebration to one and all!