Final preparations for the festive season during this last week before Christmas led me to the Winchester Cathedral Christmas Market this weekend.
I adore markets, fairs and fetes and bazaars. Practicality has never been my forte though, and every year I am always either a wadrobe-disaster in numerous knitted garments, or presentable but completely frozen. This year was no exception.
I looked simple, but somewhat presentable, however I was ready to leave, as soon as I arrived. I was frosty, much like the beloved snowman. After a small purchase of ribbons and a few decorations, I hastily left to return to my well-heated motor-vehicle.
Stand By Me, Stand By Me. If the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall.
John Lennon gets me through most Mondays, and The Beatles too. Hope your Monday isn’t too manic. Rewind 48 hours to easy Saturday afternoon, however, is my frivolous gander in Winchester. It’s really lovely there. Even with the Christmas-shopping crowds descending into the shops and on the High Street.
My constant favourite for Winterwear for easy-going strolling and rambling, roming and gallivanting is my tweed skirt. Warm and colourful. Definitely a worthwhile winter investment.
It’s such a feeling that my love, I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide.
Remember, remember the Fifth of November.
Guy Fawkes Night is the best – bonfires, sparklers, fireworks. Much much better than Halloween. And, certainly I had a good wholesome night in Winchester.
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