Buttery

Sorry if this makes no sense but–a bit like how you talk when you're outside in the cold–it'll be quick as I should currently be halfway up the M5 to attend some family moments. Needless to say, they were right about that icy blast!

And on the theme of family moments and kindling, my sister has just come home after working in Spain for a few months. She sensibly–and perhaps inspired by that spanish earthiness–came back to Bristol prepared with a big fleece, and wrapped up in it as we strolled around the docks after our own private Christmas lunch at the Buttery (outdoor café on the docks, and one of the most special places in the world). She had a kind of pied piper effect on the swans, it was magical.

Frosty-snowy-icy-bacon-sarnie-chilly-toes-extra-sugar-in-that-tea-please-good-to-have-you-home-our-g....quick let's get inside again....brrrrr!

Gotta dash!! Happy Christmas people. xxx

{Today's Soundtrack: Bon Iver again, has to be.}