The big day is just around the corner and in the Highlands there are wintery showers. Overcast conditions and above average temperatures are maintained in the South as the month of December rapidly comes to an end. With only a few hours left before it’s Christmas Eve young Tales is starting to get excited but this year he is aware of the story of Father Christmas and the association of traditional celebrations, no more the Coca Cola personified figure of a rotund white haired elder dressed in a red tunic tipped with white fur and round glasses perched on the end of his nose. So convinced in passed years that he’d seen Santa near Sloane Square sporting his pristine black boots…bless, may the dream continue for many.
In the true spirit of the festive season we went into London to see the lights and soak up the atmosphere of the window decorations of Fortnum & Mason after a brief visit to the Chequers in St James’s to catch up with old friends then ending up with a late lunch in Zidel.
I could tell that for young Tales December is a bit like a long car journey, reflection of a year of activity, the end of term, the end of Friday Night Fives, then a few days to chill and the anticipation of the big day. Under the tree presents gather, however he’s got that bug, fishing seems to get mentioned daily and he has asked for a fishing holiday as one of his presents. He is already eagerly awaiting the start of the new trout fishing season, so only fitting that in one of the boxes he’ll open will be something to use when we head off to the mountains to fish for wild browns….March may seem a long way away but it will creep up quickly.