Wednesday, 16 January 2008

New Year 2008

Gosh, well, it’s 3.31pm on Wednesday 16th January 2008. Where does the time go, eh? Happy New Year anyway to my reader. It’s just about OK to say that until the end of January, isn’t it? I tried it once in February to someone I’d been slow in getting a Christmas card to and it sounded a little hollow. But mid January? Hey, yeah, that’s ok. Positively on time for me.

So how did it all go, the festive season and all that? Peace and joy? Horror and chaos? Laughter, love and merriment - or tears, flu and vomiting? It’s a funny old time of year, I reckon. All that rushing around for a few short hours of yearned for peace and joy or dreaded time boxed up with The Family, depending on how you look at it and whether Auntie Elsie’s been at the gin or not. You spend weeks buying and wrapping presents, they’re all ripped open in an instant with nervous mutterings of ‘I’ve got the receipt’ before everyone sinks back into their chair, looks disconsolately out of the window at the pissing rain and wonders, ridiculously, whether there might actually be something decent on telly.

No, no, no, no, no. That’s not a good Christmas. But the nadir came for me last year when we spent an ominously awful New Years Eve at a bowling alley in an industrial estate in Macclesfield with one half of a couple who’d had a blinding row. It was not a good start and the year never quite recovered. So this year we decided to try something new and headed to France for the holidays. It was a good move.

While the wind and rain lashed against the window pains in the High Peak we woke every morning to frosty ferns and blue skies. We took long walks along the beach in sharp golden winter light while aquamarine waves crashed rhythmically onto the yellow sands. We collected shells in our pockets and played catch with the surf; we walked over dunes and through sweet smelling pines; we drank pink kir and slurped salty lemon oysters. We sat up late with friends on Christmas Eve, stockings swinging above the fireplace; we rose late on Christmas Day, opened stockings on the bed, had a lazy breakfast and watched Santa Claus 2 in pyjamas on the sofa. We went for a bike ride in the forest and had Christmas dinner at friends, opening presents in front of the fire before laughing our way through Shrek the Third. Boxing Day saw the arrival of parents and brother and a new phase was entered. Days in, days out, more walks by the sea. A little bit of illness, a little scratchiness from time to time, but, looking back I remember only the good bits, which, indeed, was most of it. New Years Eve was spent with friends in an old house in the forest – more oysters, eaten outside around a roaring fire with glassfuls of fizz – then inside huddled round a table for more food, wine, laughter and conversation till the clock struck 12.

New Year's Day included a foolhardy dip in the ocean in the time-honoured fashion by my absurd husband (he never learns)followed by champagne shared in plastic cups sitting in the quiet lee of the dunes with the crowd from the previous night, our gaze resting on the wild Atlantic shore as it stretched endlessly before us and yonder to America.

Yes, reader, it was pretty idyllic, I make no apology, and it was the most relaxing Christmas and New Year I’ve had in years. I can only hope this is a good omen for the 12 months ahead. Fingers crossed, eh.

12 comments:

sally's chateau said...

Well that sounds absolutely idyllic !

Elizabethd said...

Wonder which part of France?! We ran away from Brittany and went to Austria for Christmas. Yours sounds great, just the best way to spendd a relaxing time.

Faith said...

Welcome back to blogging. Sounds like a perfect Christmas, and lets hope it sets the tone for the New Year for you.

Read back on previous blogs, incl. the one on M. McCann on which I commented. V. interesting considering you know the area well.

Wizzard said...

as Sally said - sounds idyllic.

Wx

Exmoorjane said...

Fabulous to read you again....how funny is this, was thinking of you (hmm) precisely five minutes before seeing you'd blogged. Weird eh?
Sounds like a fabulous break - oooh, for blue skies.
Now, madam, more regular blogging please. jxx

Preseli Mags said...

What a perfect Christmas and New Year and I do hope it's a good omen for the next 12 months.

lampworkbeader said...

A relaxing Christmas, can that be true? You lucky thing...

Milla said...

sounds great, I, too had wondered what had happened to you.

elizabethm said...

Welcome back to blogging and lovely to read your Christmas - sounds just peachy.

Inthemud said...

Oh you made me shudder at the thought of a dip in the ocean! But rest of your Chrsitmasd and new year sounded delightful.

I think its just about acceptable to still wish Happy new year to us on 17 January, but yes Feb is pushing it a bit!!

I managed my first blog of 2008 too!

family affairs said...

Happy New Year to you too....my Christmas was completely the opposite - everybody came to me and it was manic. Still at least my new house has been christened and is now officially a home! Talk soon Lucy x

Pipany said...

Oh I didn't realise you had blogged again - good! What a fab Christmas and New Year, and oysters to boot - yum! Good to see you back xx

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