As you may have spotted (twinkly lights, family films and bloody hundreds of perfume ads being a clue) it was Christmas on Friday. the previous Saturday, me and my mum headed up to the racecourse to acquire a tree from the man who bought and resurrected our old car (known as Phil the bus, because we did).
This would be Phil, all loaded down with trees.
this is one the one we picked...
We manhandled it through the house
and got it standing up. Thus - Tree!
The best part of this trip though, was in between buying the tree and getting it home. To get back from the racecourse, we used the scenic route, over Battledown. on our side of the hill, we found an icicle grotto... I'm going to link to these pictures, because it seems like a better way to show them than to embed them here, where they'll only show up whole if I make them tiny, and then the impact is lost, so. Links:
Photo one
Photo two
Photo three
that big puddle in the first picture is the reason for this; each time the puddle was splashed through by a car, a thin film of water was splashed on the branches and promptly froze. We stopped so I could photograph it, it was that much of a surprise.
Cor!
