Ho ho ho - Merry Blogmas |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Last night was ![]() Going to the Christmas market is a tradition we started when we moved here four years ago. It's great. Little huts wind their way around the cathedral and Roman baths stocked with an array of artisan treats and ![]() After a hectic, and expensive, couple of hours finalising the purchase of our new ![]() We got there about 17:30. We knew it was going to be busy. It always is. But last night was a Saturday and it turned out Bath Rugby were playing, and finishing at 17:30 as well. It was packed. Crowds of people swamped the roads as we made our way in the car, swaying on their feet and bumping shoulders, and mindlessly stepping out into the streets in front of the traffic. I actually can't believe how stupid and obnoxious some people are once they've had a few ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Once we're wrapped up in scarfs and beanie hats, and donned our gloves we were ready for an evening of shopping and perusing in the crisp air. We couldn't resist the lure of the spiced drink, but opted for the non-alcoholic versions. It warmed us up as be strolled through the crowds. I was tempted by the waffles and pancakes but decided to be good, unlike Guy who succumbed to a Brockhurst roll. In the end I relented slightly and bought a packet of warm roasted nuts. It's not the Christmas market without roasted nuts. There were so many things I could of bought for bump and lots of foods I wanted to try but can't at the moment due to the ![]() I'm looking for a nice wreath this year. Something unusual. Up until this year we've always opted for a real fir wreath with dried oranges, limes, cranberries and cinnamon sticks, but it's messy and costs about £40, which is a lot for something that doesn't last. So I'm still on the look out. I've seen ones made of baubles, ones of dried fruit, even ones entirely of fabric but I haven't decided on one yet. I'm tempted to make one. I've seen classes advertised. I did manage to find ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() While we had a nice time I was a little disappointed. I'm not sure if it was just because my back started aching after the first 40 minutes, or the mass of loud drunken people who seemed to have no regard for the shoppers, some of whom were children, that were out trying to capture some ![]() On the way home we stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few things for tea, where a new cookie cutters (a mitten shaped one) and a present for Guy may have slipped in the basket. I might be baking cookies tomorrow... I'm in the mood to bake. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |