Hi,
Twenty fifth of November and one month to go before the indulgent turkey feast here in Blighty ~ perfect timing to catch-up with some of the local festivities. -- Twenty minutes in the car takes us to Chatsworth House Christmas market!
The dancing girl will be the wedding crasher narcissist in years to come haha.
Too good, too good. Yummy food stalls.
(I was supposed to go to a tutorial this Saturday, but I could not resist a little trip to feel more seasonal, and this certainly did just that). Life too short not to!
The stalls were full of goodies and the whiff of mulled wine and fresh hot pork sandwiches filled the air. Cor blimey governor, I don't eat pork, but my fella was salivating, or maybe that was over my incredible beauty. Cheap joke.
Inside Chatsworth house was a total treat, but sadly a great reminder of the unjustifiable rich/poor divide. (Vomit). But very special all the same.
A reminder of sadder times at this time of year for some people, especially when spending time reading the tags on the trees handwritten by visitors;
A time for all of us to remember our loved ones and make even more effort to help those who are feeling isolated and of course, the homeless! Bet there are a few unoccupied rooms in this house at night. (Vomit again).
My daughter did a tag for the tree. Can't tell you her wish as that would spoilt it, but let's just say it was something to do with Santa. :)
Piccy of a painting close up I took.
And finally... A pic of the joint and its jellybean topiary.
Bye for now.
Salli