I wonder how many people wish they could just hibernate until the festive season is over.
Well, it looks like we just did!
Hubby and I had a plan this morning to walk up to the Abbey (slowly) to light a candle for our Dads, and then on the way back have a little perusal through the Christmas Market.
Last year, it was very good, even though expensive, but the atmosphere was terrific with some of the stallholders in fancy dress, a brass band playing carols, and some of the truly traditional fayre available that I could remember from my childhood.
The Abbey was very quiet when we arrived just before 11am. There were no services until 5pm, so we were able to make our way to the Lady Chapel and enjoy the tranquility.
We lit our candles and positioned them at the front of the stand side by side, then sat down to reminisce and watch the flames flicker as we imagined the Old Boys in conversation.
These pictures are from one of our first visits after our arrival here.
Maggie curled up under the chair, and we sat there for almost half an hour, it is such a lovely peaceful place.
When we came out, it had been raining but not sufficiently for it to be puddly underfoot or anyone getting soaked to the skin. We were wearing body warmers, but they had hoods, so we could keep our heads warm and dry if necessary!
We turned into the High Street expecting it to be sectioned off and filled with barrows and stalls.
It was full alright but with traffic and harried shoppers, as it was a normal Saturday.
Thinking about it, we hadn’t seen the market advertised that much this year, and a conversation from last week came to mind about some shops which were usually closed on a Sunday being open, and that it had been a waste of time, effort and staff wages as customers had been so few and far between.