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.
Passing a newsagents, we saw a small poster for this year’s Christmas Market.
Saturday, December 12th.
Oh well, at least we can still enjoy the Christmas Lights.
If you had looked much harder, you may have seen Easter Bunnies just waiting (in the background) for their moments of crass commercial marketing and profiteering! 🙂
Oh don’t Colin! A couple of years ago the Easter Eggs were being delivered to the supermarkets on Christmas Eve! 🙂
Based on our experience, that is the norm now! 🙂
I know. And the daft thing is, people are buying the damn things!
Well that’s always the “bottom line” isn’t. If people really can’t wait, then there are businesses that will cater to their lack of self control. “We are our own worst enemies” is basically true!
A woman I used to work with would buy the Easter Eggs for her grandchildren early. The thing was, she would eat them and have to replace them. She’d eat those too, and the following sets of replacements then wonder why her diet wasn’t working! You’re right though, we are our own worst enemy. As long as the bags or packets of treats aren’t open, I can leave them alone. Release the aroma, and they’re soon gone. 🙂
I k ow the feeli g. I forgot the Christmas dinner.
When we first bought the cottage, we had an aga cooker. Having never cooked on one, my timing went out of the window and we sat down to our Christmas dinner at 11….PM!
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