Ambiente this year, a lingering lunch of many shared dishes of flavoursome food, washed down with a glass or two of full bodied red. The light was fading as we left, but we were just in time to see a gorgeous sunset over York,
It wouldn't be Christmas without one of Cathryn's fabulous wreaths adorning the front door. For weeks before then I'd been feeding the cakes with their festive food, so all that remains to do a few days before is the enjoyable task of decorating them with fruit and nuts.
|I try to make a different pattern every year|
and love experimenting with the colourful ingredients
|Pattern, colour and texture, just like in a knitting pattern|
It was lovely to have all four of the grandkids together as well as the boys (as I call them, now men) and their partners. Much as I asked him to calm down and chill, Philip was up early baking mince pies and bourikos, a delicious Turkish cheese and pastry savoury.
|The four grandees|
|Moors avenue resplendent against the blue sky|
|Sunset over Fadmore|
Download the pattern here.
|The festive colours of the Shoowa Hat|
|Techniques include tucks, intarsia, circular knitting and fairisle|
|Kings Staithe, York|
|Other side of the river|
|Star Inn the city|
|Arlo and Django|