Ah yes, Christmas in rural Suffolk. We've been wrapped up in all of those last minute activities that are so much a part of village life. First, the trip to Mr Allard's farm butchery, to collect the 'Christmas meat' - turkey and roast pork this year, and then a quick swing past St Peter's Church to confirm timimgs before heading back to the demesne to drug the cat prior to another visit to the vet. We were somewhat delayed in doing so by a traffic holdup - a quail was walking down the middle of the road and we didn't want to run it over.
The evening was spent attending the annual Christmas Eve carol service, where Ros gave one of the readings, and the Rev. Christine gave the blessing - we're a surprisingly radical bunch in mid-Suffolk. The parish church dates back to the 12th century, and is a small, but cheery place of worship.
And so, the village is quiet, and the sense of anticipation is acute for the big day ahead.
On that note, I should really wish you all a very merry Christmas, and don't stint on the enjoyment. It only comes once a year, I'm told...
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