Merry Christmas

It's very Christmassy in our house. Presents under the tree, carols playing, notes everywhere reminding Herself to defrost the turkey, tinsel in every nook and cranny.
Because tomorrow is Jesus' birthday! Yay!

Happy Birthday Jesus!

Mary and Joseph had to leave their home and travel down south to Bethlehem.
Mary was pregnant and Donkey got tired and kept lying down.
But everyone smiled.

By the time they arrived everywhere was full and they ended up with the animals.
Eugh.
Donkey was happy though.

May and Joseph didn't get much rest that night because Jesus arrived.
Donkey looked on and smiled.

Other people were busy that night too...
An angel freaked out some shepherds who'd pulled the night shift.
'The Saviour of the World has just been born!'

The shepherds (with Sheep 1 and Sheep 2) went straight into town to see the new baby.
Everyone smiled.

Even more people were busy that night.
In the east, some wise men suddenly spotted an unusual star.
'Oooooh look, that means a new king has just been born. Let's go and see him.'

Camel, accompanied by the wise men, travelled all the way to Bethlehem.
They brought the baby King Jesus special gifts:
gold (nice),
myrrh (smelly),
and frankincense (no idea ??Frankenstein).
Everyone smiled.

Merry Christmas everyone and thanks for visiting my blog!
Squishy bear hugs from Scamper xx

NaNoWriMo!

It's NaNoWriMo time! For all you uninitiated, November is novel-writing month. Writers from all around the world aim to write 50,000 words in thirty days. That sort of word count would give any novel a good kick-start. 

Some of Herself's friends (auntie Fiona and uncle Dan) are doing NaNoWriMo so we all decided to get together for a day's write-in last Saturday. Guess where? We went back to Hobb's Cafe at Monsal Head in Derbyshire. 

All packed and ready to go, er write.

Here we are again!

Hard at work at Hobb's Cafe.
(Drinking lots of tea is very important when writing.)

After a hard couple of hours' writing, I took Herself for a walk along the Monsal Trail.
I told her we were 'looking for inspiration'.

It's hard to admire the view when you're hiding from an over-friendly dog....

 

Sir Scamper Hillary conquering 'Everest'.

Beautiful view.

Which way now?

 

Huh. Photo-bombed by a sheep.

That's Cressbrook Mill in the background.

Looking back up the valley.
Marvellous autumn colours.

Do hills have memories?
I'm sure I could hear the sound of a steam engine chuffing along this old railway line.

The leaves on these trees were beautifully golden-yellow in real life.

'Looking for inspiration' is a hungry business.
I enjoyed every bit of this Stilton, walnut and apricot tart. Yum.

It's not the Three Stooges, it's
The Four Writers.