Friday, 31 December 2010

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Todmorden in monochrome

Walk the line

Canal dreams

Stoodley in shadow and mist

End of market day

The butcher boys

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Christmas Fig

I love my catnip and IAMS and treats

Monday, 27 December 2010

Big trouble in little China

After steak for breakfast G leaves us until next year...

Miss you Scrib.
x x x

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Boxing day blue elephant

We had a short visit from Santa Shaz on Boxing day, bearing gifts of loveliness. Was truly lovely to see her, I just wish she could have stayed longer, but as usual her tight travelling schedule would not allow. However, my inner Jewish (CATHOLIC!) mother was appeased by feeding her mince pie and traybake and sending her off with a bagful of cheeses, chutney and tomatoes.

As always she had got me beautiful cute stationary some of a Japanese twist and others with an owlish bent (A-OWWWW) and Simon *cool fucker* Pegg's autobiography, silicon cupcake cases and an oven mitt. I love my bezzie blue elephant.

This little chap (owlish penguin!) is a mini hot water bottle, and when Jon filled it for me a little later, Fig immediately made it his own...

Snuggly warm tum.

Saturday, 25 December 2010

Christmas day in the evening

Christmas day in the morning

Our giant Christmas tree with a sea of presents beneath....

All waiting patiently to be unwrapped

Our beautiful and incredibly touching wedding gift from G, a bauble made especially for us which we can hang on the tree every year and remember our special day.

This made me cry....

Putting those beautiful birdcages to good use on the windowsill

The men I love in their stripey socks and funky slippers...

Happy Christmas 2010

x x x

Friday, 24 December 2010

Thursday, 23 December 2010

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Something Witchery this way comes....

Driving through the Scottish snowfields was like a sleigh ride through Narnia and the cool blues soothed my ravaged eyes...noone ever tells you how bereft you feel the day after you get married, remembering the happiest day of your life and knowing that this monumental thing you've been planning and dreaming of is over. I think I almost cried myself blind.

We found The Witchery many many years ago through a review we read and have, ever since, been determined to visit there one day, and what better time, than for our minimoon.

We booked The Old Rectory suite and we were enchanted (thankyou Liz!) from first sight. The deep velvet and brocade, all dimly lit and glowing in red and gold was the perfect retreat and like crawling back into the womb, only with champagne.

This deliciously deep and welcoming daybed was our first sight and we couldn't wait to try it...within the hour we were snuggled amongst the enormous cushions like dormice, fast asleep.

This gothic fairytale offered us everything we needed to revive and luxuriate and we could not have chosen a more perfectly 'us' place to spend some special time.

We also had the deepest slipper bath I have ever seen, it came up to my shoulders and despite being laughably difficult to get out of, there was room for two and we had champagne nestled in amongst the bubbles together. Does hedonism get any more delightful?

The incredible objects all over the room gave it so much history and character and just added to the magical, fairytale feel of the room, like you were spending time under a spell.

And then it was morning, and our spell was breaking, but before we moved on we had a beautiful breakfast brought to us in our room - a wicker basket full of delicious treats, cold meats and cheeses, fruit platters, pastries, cereal and porridge, with strong coffee, creamy milk and a bottle of apple juice. Oh and a paper, read by Jon.

Paid up and checked out we go back down the ginnel and out onto the Royal mile...

Past the beautiful decorations hanging along the outside of the below restaurant

We then bumped into lovely Roxy who checked us in and looked after us during our stay. He personally describes himself as a cross between Andy Warhol and Lily Savage, I just thought he was kindness personified, and I love that he called me 'Hen' :)

Goodbye Witchery! - we'll come back again soon! - I *promise*