Last weekend we drove to Charlbury to visit my cousin and his wife. It was a long overdue catch up. There was plenty of chat, laughter and reminiscing. He told us all about his work and passion for all things climate and railway. We’ve made a tentative arrangement for a summer visit. I love it here and the drive past the quintessentially yellow brick houses of The Holidayesque type ( although not actually where you are to believe it’s filmed) are the stuff of dreams.
An evening at the community pub in Stonesfield where we enjoyed fish and chips was thoroughly enjoyable before returning home to a roaring fire.
The next morning after a good night’s sleep, much needed, a healthy breakfast was laid on with more chat.
The view from the bedroom is always a favourite of mine, and the sun was shining which bode well for our afternoon to Blenheim Palace.
Blenheim Palace is a short drive from theirs and we met with Kevin’s sister and husband after a precarious walk from the car park. We made our way to The Orangery, recently built for our Emerald City themed tea.
Again more chat about families, homes and plans and dreams for the coming year. The food was delicious but secondary to the company.
We had a wander round the Christmas market and did think about going into the Palace itself, but we both had fairly long journeys home so decided to do that another year. Viv and I both bought a Christmas decoration which were personalised with our grandchildren’s names.
Home to a delicious cooked dinner and time with Brodie before his bedtime.
Sunday was spent clearing and tidying out the sideboard and cupboards under the island, and there will be a lot more over the coming weeks. A walk with Ralph and Brodie on a glorious evening before home to another dinner cooked by Nina.
It was a tonic weekend, a little battery recharge before the Christmas season, which although will be different in someways, but will still have those little quirky traditions that most families have.
My little life 