Over the past few days, I binge-watched three Christmas Carols on TV. I know it was a clithé but without them, it would never feel like Christmas, don’t you agree?
After watching George C. Scott version of Mr.Scrooge, I suggested Hubbie that we could have a little walk in Epping Forest in the afternoon. ‘What a splendid idea!’
He grabbed his beloved Leica and I grabbed our beloved Bella, and off we went to the forest by car.
The roads were far from empty but the traffic was flowing smoothly, and in less than an hour, we were parking at a car park by the visitor centre.
Let’s have a little stroll, Bay Bay…
Bella acted funny throughout the journey as usual. She was not a big fan of travelling in a car and she whimpered and panted restlessly as Hubbie sat with her in the rear seat and did his best to comfort her. It is so weird that she loves buses and even she falls asleep on them. Then, why she hates cars so much? I just want to know what is in her mind so I can help her!
Do you feel better now?
While Hubbie wandered around with his camera, Bella and I walked on a thick carpet made up from oak leaves and acorns.
Bella asking for Mr.Squirrel so she could deliver a seasonal greeting. Unfortunately, no one was around.
Part of the ground was very muddy thanks to the overnight rain…
I am cold and my paws are stuck!
Well, we must come back to the forest again when the ground is a bit firmer and drier, Princess.
Once we were home, Hubbie made fine cups of tea and we shared a box of mince pies. Bella also enjoyed small crumbs of the pie crust.
Now, she is fast asleep on her bed and I am watching Miracle on 34th Street on telly. It may be a cliché but I feel quietly content and mellow.
Everything is winding down and Shoreditch is ready for the Christmas Day…