My 12 days of Christmas

A snowman made out of sand. How imaginative. We’re leaving this all behind tonight as we head back to the UK for a Christmas of warm jumpers, mistletoe, camp beds, wrapping paper, Santa and the M25.

We fly to Gatwick tonight hoping the Mayans are wrong and that the pilot can land the plane in the morning. Then we will set off for our Christmas journey which I hope to pictorially post on during the next 12 days.

Our 3-year old daughter is in a small little window where Christmas is all about Santa Claus, Christmas lights and singing Christmas songs. No sense or expectation of presents. It’s great, but as on a daily basis every adult asks her what she is getting for Christmas, she will eventually cotton on and it will no doubt be entirely different next year. Nevertheless it is a tremendous time and it makes this time of year all the more special.