Just a quick one. It's been a couple of weeks now since lots of people put up their Christmas trees and zillions of fairy lights. As it turned out, there weren't that many round our way at this stage, but we snapped a few anyway.
'MATTHEW!' I shouted. 'LET'S GO AND TAKE LOADS OF PHOTOS OF CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!' I shouted because he was upstairs and I couldn't be bothered to walk all the way up to his room. We live in a shouty house, whatever. Matthew was already in his pyjamas and had had a very tiring day at school, trying his hardest at football even though he hates it, so he wasn't in the mood for a walk today. That's alright. Just me and Freya, then. (You'll recall that I have two other sons, but they're mid and late teens, so they can't come out with me because it's just not the done thing.) It's just over half a mile to the college, and I thought Freya could manage to get there and back with no difficulty at all.
Here is the house at the end of our street that got all fancied up and painted and newly roofed during the first lockdown. Some simple but effective fairy lighting to set off their brilliant-white walls that they obviously love very much.
Here we have the chip shop, all turquoise and purple. That's nothing to do with Christmas though – they always have coloured lights on at night. (Great fish and chips, by the way – Scale Hall Plaice, really good!)
This house looks like this every Christmas, and there's a donation box where you can throw a bit of cash for their chosen charity. I think my mum knows the people who live here because she used to be in musicals with them at Lancaster's Grand Theatre. I think it's still the same people who live here. I don't think I've ever been in this house, but it's quite fancy.
In no time at all, because half a mile really isn't very far, we reached the college. Thomas's college. It's rather handy having a college just down the road.
Freya and I sat down on the bench opposite the college. I believe that tallest red-brick building you can see in the middle was where my dad learned how to be a baker. I could be wrong about that, but I'm sure that's what he said.
Anyway, we sat here for a while, enjoying the biting cold. Well, I liked it because the cold does make you feel good and alive when you're actually wrapped up in your good winter coat, don't you think? I can't tell if Freya likes the cold, but she hasn't shown any signs that she doesn't. She's got double-layered fur, so I think she's fine.
That was it really. A pleasantly cold but non-windy and dry walk. Freya walked very nicely, didn't bark at any people or other dogs, and really got the hang of waiting patiently for treats. Very good.
On the way back, there was only one set of lights worth mentioning, and those belonged to the hobbit house.
More lights on other days. Until then, twinklers.
WQ+F
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