Let's hear those sleigh bells jingling . . .

By the time you read this I shall be . . .

That sounds like the start of a 'Dear John' letter.

What I meant to say was that this time tomorrow I shall be somewhere on the coast of France,

And on the following morning - early -  we shall be aboard the train and heading deep underground.  Under the sea in fact (!)  as we take the Chunnel train to Blighty.  Then we shall be up in the daylight and off, streaking across the countryside - heading for Wales.

For two weeks we will have no computer, no internet no . . 21st century communications.

What we will have is:
Books
Magazines
Feet for strolling around in (possibly clad in boots)
fabulous food
and the company of each other.

For one week we will be ensconced in the depths of the Welsh countryside.  Spending Christmas there before journeying to the site of a famous medieval battle on the English side of the border.  There to spend New Year.

And then all too soon we will be back here and the holiday over

But what a trove of memories we hope to have.

So it is that I bid you all a fond farewell for the moment.

Have a very Happy Christmas time and I wish for you the best of things for 2013.

I pray a blessing for each of you.

See you in two weeks!

Kirk