This was the first white Christmas I can remember in Britain. The nearest I’ve come previously was spending Christmas Eve in Canada, but the atmosphere was ruined of course on arrival on Christmas morning at a cold damp Heathrow.

I went, as ever, to my great aunt’s cottage, in a small village in Hertfordshire. After lunch, we went for a walk and found a rope swing.

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