I wish for warm fire
a safe bed for those with none
shelter food and love
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

growing or floating
which is the illusion
as above so below
I can’t avoid it now.
But as I’ve done the majority of my Christmas shopping I feel quite smug this year, I’m not usually this organised. I haven’t even thought about cards though, oh well, I can’t get everything right.
One of my favourite things about Christmas is going to see the lights in town. Exeter’s are rather modest compared to the big cities, but they’re still magical to me.
I went to town for an after work browse at the shops, this is the High Street.
Then it was time for supper, we wandered around trying to decide where to eat. There’s a whole new bunch of chain restaurants recently opened in the Guildhall, much needed, there were so few choices before – she says with tongue firmly fixed in cheek! We checked the menus of half a dozen, before returning to a favourite, Bill’s. It’s always tasty and the atmosphere is lively but early in the evening, it isn’t too manic. Walking back through town afterwards, a last look at the pretties.
To see some really stunning Christmas lights, you really should pop over to visit Rommel, he’s in Japan.
This old farm building in Fiumefreddo, Sicily was surrounded by orange groves. I stayed there, not in the barn, but in an agriturisme hotel on the same site, a few years ago.
I wonder if the building has been renovated or has tumbled down.
Traces of the past is Paula’s Black and White Sunday post here, if you’d like to join in.
What kind of image helps you relax? Perhaps it would include a sofa, a TV, a glass of wine? Mine would always relate to somewhere warm, with water and a lovely view.
This is the place . . .