I often wonder what it must be like to celebrate the month of Christmas in glorious sunshine and a heat wave as they do in Oz or NZ.
The bookies are always taking bets on a UK White Christmas, where just one flake of snow has to fall in London for it to count.
We did come close though.
We were living in Lincolnshire and had taken Maggie for a walk over at the plantation.
It was surreal, as everyone was in lightweight coats or jackets on Christmas Day which was bright, warm and sunny!
We met up with a group of horse riders as well as some doggy pals, all of us agreeing it just didn’t seem possible and perhaps we’d all hibernated for a few months to avoid the cold!
We had this ⇑
instead of this ⇓