We’ve had a little fir
tree growing in a pot for the last three years and it still survives.
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On Friday evening Karen decorated the tree
with battery operated LEDs and home made baubles. Before anyone shouts, the lights are white not coloured.
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I may have mentioned
previously that Ann, Karen’s mum, has been making baubles for the last few
years and has given us some. We got them
out on Friday evening and Karen festooned the inside of the boat with
them. I’m known as the scrooge in the
family and could quite happily have no celebration of the festive season but I
have to admit that Ann has done a good job and the baubles are quite striking.
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More fairy lights and a
bauble in the galley
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Close up of ones of Ann’s
homemade baubles
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On Saturday Karen and I
took Buddy on a six mile walk to Long Itchington and back to get our weekly newspaper. We met Chris on his boat Honore at the bottom
of the Stockton flight. He had his
partner and son with him for the weekend so had some help to go up the
locks. We stopped for a chat and a catch
up on life as we hadn’t passed each other since the summer.
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At the top of the Stockton
flight we passed this rather unusual looking narrowboat called Valhallah - it was actually 1 1/2 times as wide as a narrowboat so not technically a narrowboat
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Later in the afternoon we
drove to Wolfhamcote where the abandoned church is used once a year for a carol
concert. I don’t normally go to these
sort of things because they are usually services and therefore religious and I
just get wound up, especially if children are present, with religious teachings
of any sort.
The church has no power so
everyone brings candles. The readings of
a traditional carol service are taken over by local people telling anecdotes
or reciting poems with no religious overtones.
The Braunston singers were used as the choir and I have to admit that
the congregation and choirs’ unaccompanied singing sounded good without a sombre
organ drowning everyone out.
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I couldn’t turn my flash
off so it looks brighter than it actually was
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The path to the church
door
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When we got home we had
our first mulled wine of the year and spent the rest of the evening in.
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