Christmas parties and post-Xmas walks
Michael spent the week before Christmas in Somerset with his brother and family - I don't know what they did to him but he came back missing England! I was working, cat-sitting Charlie and had a pre-Xmas meal with friends where we all anonymously bought a present for about £2-3 for a randomly picked person at the party- the 'Secret Santa' gift. It's amazing how inventive some people were at finding a gift for that price- I ended up buying chocolate! Sergi did a impromptu Santa appearance dressed in Halloween left-overs!
The first few days of our 2 weeks off I slept. A lot. I was either exhausted from work or from the virus we all caught but with differing effects and severity - Micahel got in much worse than I did and my dad and sister had it for months.
Secret Santa - Sergi in make-shift costume. Pre-Xmas dinner with friends.
Christmas Eve was very mild and I was fine going out in my new short dress, sandals and tights. We had arranged to meet some friends but they were running late so we tried a 'new' pub in a gorgeous old bank building while waiting. It turned out to be just as neddy (rough) as the 'old' pub! There were lots of blokes with very short hair already pretty drunk and Xmas tunes were playing loudly, but it was the atmosphere more than anything that felt 'off'. We didn't linger -one drink and out!
The pub next door, also 'new' (renamed or new owner?) was less neddy and cheaper but very loud. We got a seat on the 'snogging couch' as Michael dubbed it (too low to be of use for anything else!) and waited on the others arriving. In the end it was just 4 of us as Michael could no longer stand the loud music and went home early. I ended up listening to the woes of one drunken individual in a quieter pub across the road - Merry Christmas!
Xmas Eve in a very noisy pub- me, Sonia & Toni
We drove over to mum and dad's on Xmas day in time for Xmas dinner around 3pm so that we wouldn't leave Charlie for too long on his own as this would be only the 2nd time we'd ever left him alone over night (I had had a sneaky trial run while Michael was on hols). Both Sarah & Kate were there with their families and also Dan and Ruben's dad was there too (well we make sacrifices for the children...). I think I had drunk more than I'd realised the night before and felt somewhat hungover...
Summit of Craighorn, a we hill near the village of Alva, 29 Dec 08 - cold but beautifully sunny
When mum and dad moved from Hull up to Scotland over 40 years ago people still worked on Christmas day and post was delivered on the 25th too- it didn't used to be a holiday although dad used to take it as annual leave. Of course, now most things shut on Xmas day and sometimes on Boxing Day. Apparently in 1583 the Presbyterian Church suppressed the observation of Christmas in Scotland because there are no biblical references to Christmas celebrations. The Church of Scotland continued to discourage the celebration of Christmas into the 20th century. Hogmanay (December 31) was traditionally a much bigger holiday and celebration which is why it's still such a big deal in Scotland today. We have the 1st and 2nd January as bank holidays not just the first as in England. I remember feeling New Year in England was a real anti-climax compared to up here where at midnight all the people around you- strangers too - give you a kiss and wish you happy new year and there's a real party.
Michael at summit of Craighorn
By 29th December we felt revived enough after illness etc to go on a short hill walk which turned out to be longer than expected- we were following the route in a new book of local walks we got for Xmas but had to cut it short as it would've beee dark before we finished it at the rate we were going! It does get dark very early in winter up here- around 4pm.
Hogmanay in a local pub called Nicky Tam's- supposedly a haunted pubShort video of The Bells (midnight) in the pub with the piper playing Flower of Scotland
In contrast to Xmas Eve Hogmanay was minus 5 - dry but cold for getting your party gear on. Stirling Castle puts on an outdoor party on the esplanade - this year they had Deacon Blue playing, who I quite like but Michael doesn't. anyway at £25 a head we decided we'd rather spend the fifty quid on something we really wanted! We could hear the music from the streets anyway and had it not been so cold we could've watched the fireworks from our garden! Instead we went to a couple of local pubs and had a few drinks - nice & warm!
A short hill walk on New Year's day 2009 up Myreton hill near the village of Menstrie - we had the hill pretty much to ourselves unlike Dumyat hill opposite which was heaving with dogs, babies, grannies, mobile phones...! On New Year's day we went for the traditional walk - we had gorgeous sunshine and cold crisp weather so we went up a small local hill from where we could see every man and his dog up Dunyat Hill opposite! A friend made the mistake of going up there that day and posted her photos on Facebook, one of which I've nicked to show you! Last new year 's day it was foggy all day with torrential rain- when Michael had the vomiting virus so I walked around Stirling and Bridge of Allan alone just to get some air.

Dumyat Hill 1/1/09 - Glad we didn't go there. Check out the guy on his mobile phone! (Taken by Angela H)