Foxy

We woke a little late today, on Christmas Eve, such a glorious day. After our cup of tea in bed, delicately lit by the fairy lights that we had draped over the beams above our bed, we made our way downstairs to greet the day.

A friend had visited for drinks last night, and after our celebratory glass or two of Champagne, Brian mixed us some rather delightful gin and tonics. He used the gin we’d bought at the gin tasting we’d been to at L’instant Gourmet, in Bar-sur-Seine earlier in the year.

He’d mixed it with some Schweppes low calorie tonics, added a slice of lemon and lots of ice. It had a wonderful citrus flavour with floral notes coming through, really subtle and very refreshing. It was a lovely evening just spent catching up.

First things first though this morning, it was the last day of my advent gifts. I have enjoyed opening some beautiful little gifts each day, little treasures bought with thought and lots of love, it’s brought us both real joy.

The final one was wrapped in a little white box with raffia tied around it. What could it be?

Inside, delicately wrapped in white tissue, was a little pottery brooch in the shape of a foxes head - a crafty little woodland creature. I will thoroughly enjoy wearing him.