Pere Noel

Left wet and windy Blighty at 7.15am this morning for the drier and eventually sunnier Nice, in the South of France.

After dragging ourselves like sleep deprived zombies around the supermarket for our Christmas shop we decided to go to the Christmas village.

Plates of smoked and prawns and two glasses of champagne by the patinoire (ice rink) later we were still tired but much better (more like fuzzy at the edges zombies).

It was a great place for blip-vent subject matter and I had a great framed shot of the ice skaters but Pere Noel won out.

Only two sleeps to go!