Christmas Day, 2015.

What a lazy morning. It's gone 9 and we've only just got around to the present opening.

Emlyn is indifferent to King Crimson but he knows he's had some Fishy Biscuits for Christmas and that they're around here somewhere.

Ha! I knew the swine had got my fishy biscuits somewhere.

Emlyn has a bright idea:

Wear a silly Christmas Hat and they'll reward me with a fishy biscuit. Never fails.

Merry Christmas from Emlyn and Vicky.

It's now 1:30-ish and we've arrived at Mollart Towers.

George is now 6 months old.

4pm-ish and Pat's Christmas dinner has been consumed.

John and George await the grand present opening ceremony with eager anticipation.

Ellie, John and George.

Graham, Pat, Sue and Ken get down to opening stuff.

From centre bottom: 

Graham, Pat, Ken, Sue, Vicky, Ellie, Millie, Phoebe and John - 

(George asleep and Dave behind the camera).

Millie and John.

Approaching 6 and we're back home safe and sound.

'Deigned to come back have we? Good job, I'm on my last legs here. Now get in the kitchen and give me some more Chicken Liver, I'm starving'.

Christmas Eve, 2015.

We've had our dinner and now it's time for dessert. Pandoro from Carluccio's.

I'd like some dessert too but I'd prefer some Ocean Fish if it's all the same to you.

He may not have any teeth but Emlyn can still give his food a hell of a licking.

The Pandoro, with added strawberries and cream, is ready.

Yay!

Christmas Eve eve (well, if it's good enough for the BBC), December, 2015.

No prizes for guessing where we've driven to this morning.

It's now 11:15 and we've been here about 35 mins having had a breakfast in the cafe.

Right, jams and chutneys, here we come.

Mmmmmmmm, gooey.

The queue for the checkouts.

Kerching!

Worcester Cathedral at 5:50-ish.

We've walked into town and had a tea and cake at The Boston Tea Party and are here in good time.

The Christmas Carol Service doesn't start 'til 6:30 but, according to those in the know, people have been arriving since 5 o'clock. Let's hope we can still get a seat.

We've got seats right in the centre of The Cathedral. Right by the choir. 

Lucky we didn't have a second cup of tea then.

7:50-ish and we're back outside.

Is that a full moon?

This is the one time of year that Worcester's appalling 1960's shopping precinct architecture looks tolerable thanks to the Christmas Tree and lights.

Right, that's it, time to walk back home now.

Going crackers, Birmingham, Saturday, 5th December, 2015.

 Gas Street Basin.

The Birmingham and Worcester Canal.

Worcester is about 25 miles down that way.

Christmas decs in The Cube.

Outside 'The Birmingham Hip' and ready for the matinee performance.

The view from the 'cheap' seats at the back of The Stalls.

4:45pm and we're back outside in China Town.

New Street Station bright lights.

Centenary Square and we're almost back at the car park.

We've had a lovely time and The Nutcracker was excellent.

Here we go, first flood of winter, Pitchcroft, Worcester, Friday, 4th December, 2015.

Just past the Grandstand and the drop down to the lower path is flooded.

It's not our water that causes this - 

it's those pesky Welsh people (not to mention Shropshire) and all their rain. 

Nope. No way down here either.

Down by the boats for hire place and it's time for a diversion, methinks.

View from the 'dry' land of the racecourse.

View across to Gheluvelt Park.

At least the local dogs are enjoying things.

Waitrose car park besmirched, Saturday, 29th November, 2015.

It's that time of year again and the invaders are popping up everywhere.

Victorian Christmas Market, Gloucester Docks, Sunday, 22nd November, 2015.

Off out are we? 

Well, I shall expect several fishy biscuits before you go.

That's it, keep 'em coming.

It's 12:23 and we've arrived.

Very Christmassy.

Aiyeeee! There's millions of shoppers.

Modern local chef on mobile 'phone wanders through Dickensian Players gripping drama oblivious.

Caught red-handed eating summat unhealthy (Gloucester Old Spot Sausage and Onion Roll). Nice.

Helter Skelter jaunty angle jobbie.

Dogs waiting patiently for a tasty morsel.

They did get something eventually.

Our second cuppa tea to keep us going for the journey home.

You can't have a Christmas Fairground without some Gallopers.

Emma the Labradoodle makes friends with the Dickensian Players.

It's 3:30-ish and we're taking the long way back to the car park to avoid the crowds.

What time do you call this? 4:15?

Where's me scran?

Mmmmmm, Ocean Fish. Tasty.

They should go out more often.