Christmas port

The tradition of port on Christmas morning is a relatively recent one (unless my parents were hiding that from us when we were kids), but a very welcome one.

So, breakfast, port, presents, and then a stroll to each end of the property (a short one but enough to give Mam her daily wander). Later, my biannual battle with the Aga. This year, despite an early panic, we found an accommodation and I mostly won. Later still, telly on volume 100 (/100) and not too late a night.

An odd Christmas, with Mam not herself, but good to be here. And it was even a white Christmas (just).