Christmas was here at home in Cheveley. Santa was visited in his Grotto (a small back room in a toy shop with a red curtain over the door) and Olive wasn't sure about this man with a pony tail, ear ring, and a small little room he was trying to bring her to. Good Girl! Alas, after Josh and I said it was okay because he was Santa, we were able to snap this shot of an anxious Olive and Father Christmas. We also took part in traditional English foods and favors (crackers) much to the enjoyment of all. Pigs in a blanket is really pig wrapped in a pig. And Christmas pudding aged 12 months to "perfection" is a beauty that is held in the eye of the beholder.
The quick 3 day trip to Holland was to visit Barbara's extended family of Aunts and cousins in Haarlem. All lovely people and the Aunties were spry & quick witted for being mid 80s and above! When not visiting family, we did a lot of driving (for such a small country, we probably did more than we should) We walked around Volendam & got our pictures taken - now 4 generations of photos have been taken at the same shop. Say "Whiskey." Also had a Heineken Oud Bruin (Old Brown) which is entirely too sweet for a beer but a national favorite. In Zandvoort Josh and Babs got a salted herring - smelled so much like onions, and raw yet pickled fish didn't sound very appetizing. But, they both loved it. Browsed the streets of Alkmaar and had a cheese croquette. Of course there was a klumpa and kass factory tour, and plenty of molen to see as well. AND we had a quick rainy morning in Amsterdam walking about. We shielded her from the adult content in the windows the best we could. Gazing into a coffee shop is less scaring than an adult toy shop. Lots of pretty colored glass. It was like being at a Chihuly exhibit instead.