It began to feel a lot like Christmas after a night at the Christmas Markets in Manchester
with a lovely bunch of colleagues and then a Christmas fete. We were then sent off into the cold to Catton Hall
to spend the afternoon outside. After getting a drink from the beautifully countryfied lodge first before we braved the cold. It also gave me a chance to spot a fireplace I would like to own, although there would be no room in my house for anything else, well maybe if I accidentally misplaced Luke, it was time to see who the best archer and shooter was.
We trudged off to the field to join in with the other archers, no not those archers, actually bow and arrow
people. I then thought the instructor had spotted a hidden talent when he chose me to go first. I thought he might have seen a potential Robiness Hood? or maybe a stunt woman
? He had chosen me because I had to use a special bow. I gleefully grabbed some arrows for my bow and cheerfully followed the instructor to my special bow. It was only when I got the bow that what he had spotted about me became abundently clear. So special was the bow that it is usually reserved for children. Apparently I am not quite tall enough to use the adult sized bows yet. Maybe I will have a growth spurt before next year?
The rest of the group then moved quite far back from me as I strung up the bow, I am not quite sure why. However, they were proved wrong, or right depending on how you look at it, as I scored a bullseye. This surprised everyone else and even myself! Luke went a bit pale and the other archers warned him he would have to be more careful from now on . So… next time he leaves a wet towel in the middle of the floor, or his socks stuffed down the sofa for no apparent reason, I might just have to remind him.It was then onto another activity, air rifling. Don’t worry there were no rabbits hurt in the process, just metallic ones.
We then headed back home to our more modest fire to defrost and warm up with a curry, although there was no Plunky this time. The next day the wintery theme continued as I began to start stirring up my Christmas cake
, thanks to the fantastic recipe from the Good Housekeeping Magazine
, which I used last year (please see my previous post – Stir-up Sunday = The Six Week Countdown
) and it is becoming a bit of a tradition. Almost… Although, I made need a few more years of making a Chirstmas
cake before I can call it a true tradition. Another aspect of this tradition is to don my reindeer socks whilst I am baking. I rescued from the loft and discovered that they have become slightly sorry-looking this year with one missing its bells. The other hadn’t survived as well either as it appears to have become an one-eyed, noseless reindeer. It must be trying to be a new version of Rudolph!
Whilst the cake was in the oven there was time to embrace the cold to go and see the lights switched on. We also got to meet Santa
who arrived in a fire truck escorted by lots of fireman. I’m not sure which one I was more excited to see! When Luke asked my automatic answer was Santa, naturally, or the nice one in red.
Then it was time to wrap up the cake untill it needed feeding, which left enough time for me to feed myself with my first Ameretto
of the Christmas season.Well someone had to make sure it was good enough to feed the Christmas cake with!