The shortest day

1. Up, with a slightly fuzzy head, and out at 7.30am to Lewis' house, who is giving me a lift to the Old Barn in Pollock Park.

2. Sun rise at 8.46, at which point our winter soltice yoga session is well underway.

3. We practice til lunch at 1pm. A vegan feast, full of tasty, tasty goodness.

4. The swiftest of rests before heading out to the our Christmas lunch. I arrive a little late and strike gold with my table partners - private dining cubicle, the lot.

5. These two are the secret Santas. I wish instead of my adult movie sountrack, I had been told the secret that I would leave my bankcard and harris tweed camera bag in the cab on the way home. Can't have everything.