Woke up singing this. Seems fitting, Thatcher’s passing is the Christmas millions have waited for.
From across the sea I fear for my home, which I love and which is home to almost all of the people I love the most. I fear there will be riots, I fear the North/South divide will intensify, I fear her legacy will never die.
The Power of Love, then, to Britain.
Greatest secondhand purchase ever made in Älmhult.
We went to the IKEA store after this where miniature Darth seemed not at all out of place.
Will this winter never end? The snow was melting at the end of last week and yesterday only the thick ice remained. But here we go again.
I admit, it looks pretty but we are both hankering for spring to be sprung.
Sunset at the lake this week. That stack of numbered wood is the jigsaw pieces of the jetty that runs out into the lake in summertime.
This winter I’ve been teaching Hunter to notice the sky because we really have had some glorious displays. The first time I pointed out the reds, pinks, purples, hues of orange, yellow and blinding white, he just shrugged and said, ‘Yeah, I know.’ This week I caught him regarding the evening sky and he told me to look. That was a good moment.
They put Kiggle Fish in the water and they blow bubbles out from their behinds.
The lake by our house has been frozen over for a while now but I’m not keen on being the person that finds out it won’t hold my weight, so I’ve held off on visiting until this weekend.
Yup, that expanse of snow beyond those trees, it’s all lake. The same one we were frolicking in this summer, although it feels like years since we were in our shorts, jumping off the jetty.
There’s a disused industrial site by the lake. Machinery left wherever they switched the engines off. The coloured metal looked especially heroic against the stark white snow and on closer inspection we found that the Kue-Ken Jaw Crusher (great name) was made in England in 1968. Wonder if anyone would notice if we took it?
Christmas feels like an age ago. We spent two and a half weeks back in the UK but for the first 8 days I was in bed with flu and recovering for the rest of the trip. Still, little H had a grand time.
One of the highlights of this Christmas for all of the family was this video that I got from the Portable North Pole. Hunter watched it every day on the iPad and he even had phone calls from Santa a couple of times reminding him to keep up the good behaviour.
While in Lancashire we got to meet baby Stanley, new brother to one of Hunter’s girlfriends Marla, and we hung out with Stanley’s parents and ate lunch at their new pub.
If you’re in the Blackburn area I recommend you stop off at The Royal Oak at Riley Green for some top home-cooked food in a proper pub (with proper fireplaces). After much deliberation I finally chose this dish of venison sausages with mash and veg. Delicious. I could spend an entire winter in this pub, no problem.