17 December 2017

A Quiet Sunday Morning. . .

I'm not sure I have ever come across a Father Christmas dressed in brown robes before, but he looks suitably magical and wizard-like.


A challenging day yesterday, so the Grand Duchess and I collapsed before the fire with some single malt scotch (12-year old Talisker), gluehwein, and a little eggnog yesterday evening.  No painting on the Heroes of Boucharde then, but I plan to do something about that today after breakfast and perhaps a bit of skiing.

-- Stokes


P.S.
This year's stollen is coming, but probably not until later this coming week, or the weekend just before Christmas.  Needless to say, I can hardly wait. 



 A skiing-selfie of sorts, taken this afternoon during another two-hour constitutional not far from the house.

3 comments:

Paul Robinson said...

A wood fire and a glass of malt. Add in a good book and I'm there.

Conrad Kinch said...

Sounds good to me.

Anonymous said...

Skiing and eggnog. What could possibly go wrong? I'm impressed, very impressed. Merry Christmas.

Regards, Chris.

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