That was the week that was, BUT it wasn’t the week I was hoping for. To cut what could be a very long self-pity ridden story short I’ll limit myself to the
A speedy, almost traffic free journey, to the Shuttle terminal on what was predicted to be the busiest travelling day of the holiday.
The journey, through
, to Thollon-les-Memises - nearly five hours quicker than our friends who were travelling three hours later. France
The wonderful scenery as we approached the
Alps which never fails to take my breath away.
Our apartment, enormous, stylish and comfortable with fantastic views of the Memises and the church.
The Christmas market at Montreux.
Freddie Mercury joining in the fun...
Sharing Christmas Eve (and a very French apéritif dînatoire) with Graham and
and their friends and neighbours. Tracy
A delicious Christmas dinner, cooked by ‘chief cook’ Rhiannon, and cleared by ‘bottle washers’ Tim and Tom. We still have't managed to find room for the Christmas pudding!
Santa remembered our 'change of address'.
Our first 'family' holiday for ten years. You can read about the last one here.
FLU – I began feeling a bit ‘iffy’ at the Christmas market but assumed the cause was the mulled wine - no, it definitely wasn't absinthe.
Ski time (for me) 0 minutes, although Tim and the kids fitted in quite a few.
Still... we're home, I'm feeling much better and looking forward to 2013. I'm also about half a stone lighter than I would usually be following Christmas and a ski holiday. So it shows that every black cloud really does have a silver lining - if, you are prepared to look hard enough ...
These photographs were taken on our New Year walk at Shugborough-by-Sea. Of course Shugborough is about as far from the sea as it is possible to get in the UK, but the flooded fields could make you believe differently!