Thursday, 17 December 2015
The curtailing of the lyrical waxing
I don't have any recent photos. Not a one. The above is a picture from the school Tudor Day a couple of weeks ago. The castle in the background is actually Tudor, and just happened to be nicely lit up in a spot of sunshine (remember sunshine?) on the morning in question. A shame about the road and the signpost - I wished they had taken the children into the castle grounds and taken some photos, it would have been amazing. I've mentioned the castle here before, it's a luxury hotel now, but they are incredibly generous at allowing the local children to visit, with school, beavers, cubs and even pre-school. They haven't forgotten that the building is an incredible piece of history to be shared with people.
Although there are no new pictures on my camera, I wanted to come here anyway and say thank you all so much for your amazing comments on my last post about a more sustainable Christmas. It made me feel incredibly positive and motivated. There were tales of handmade beeswax candles, decorating the house with foliage from the garden, locally sourced food, presents wrapped in re-usable sacks, allotment vegetables, sparkling wine from Sussex and many, many handmade gifts. So much thoughtfulness and cutting back. It made me happy to read about it all, well done you lovely greenies, you've inspired me, thank you.
Tonight was the school carol service. The smallest ones dressed up in nativity costume and several of them ran down the aisle to the stable. No major incidents though, and interestingly no candles this year. Maybe the combination of small boys and naked flames has been tested to its utmost and they decided not to push their luck any further. I was a bit disappointed. You know how I like to come here and wax lyrical about flickering flames lighting up ancient stone walls. There are a certain amount of cliches I need to get into every occasion, and I can't do it if they go electric.
I'm wondering if my lack of photos is because I've already taken them all last year. A nice shot of the mantelpiece stockings, a close-up of a particularly good bauble, floury mince pie making. But I do like comfortable routines and traditions. It helps me know where I am in the year. Sometimes its pictures of bees on chive flowers, sometimes its apple blossom, sometimes its a bird in a leafless tree (ooh, yes, I haven't done that one yet this winter). Right now its angels and candles and banging on about ancient stone. You have been warned.