The family tradition, when I was a child, was that the Christmas tree and decorations would only begin to appear after December 13 - dad's birthday. This year was the old man's eightieth so the great day has taken up even more of our thoughts than usual. And began with a game of golf on a frosty Saturday morning!
Today we made our way to Birmingham to visit the Frankfurt market! Odd but true.
Gluhwein and pretzels in the English Midlands.