The Space In-between

That time between Christmas and New Year is always a bit strange. No one knows what day of the week it is, and it's largely spent eating party food every day and getting wired into booze at all sorts of unusual times that only vagrants are familiar with. If you're lucky, you get our for a couple of cob-webber walks. Those walks that blow the cobwebs away and reset your guilt dial back to a point that allows you get home, pour a gin and tonic and lay out another cheese board. Here is our myriad of food, booze and walks at the end of 2018:

Ciabatta rolls with turkey, brie and homemade cranberry sauce:

 Lentil and chorizo soup:

William enjoying the new airport section of his Toot Toot track. He loves playing with his cars. 

A mummy/William cobwebber in the Forêt du Bastard while Iain was away in Montpellier:

Our ever concerning mould growth in the living room. 2019 is going to be interesting...

 Another cobwebber. This time, with Iain, and down by the river:

We hummed and hawed for days over what we should do for New Year. Finally we came to a late decision to have the Titos and the Smith-Snowdons round here for a pizza dinner and to bring in the bells. The photos all look very tame, but once Conrad got the home-brew armagnac out, it all got a bit loose. Happy New year folks! Here's to 2019!

LM :)