Blimey, I’m a lucky bugger. This year, for that bit in between Christmas and New Year when no one knows what day it is and we can still have chocolate for breakfast, I’ve escaped and I feel so lucky. At the last minute, I booked a little cottage in Roslin village in Scotland with a friend and made absolutely no plans of what to do when we got there.
Don’t get me wrong I love Christmas with my family but for the past couple of days there has been no cooking schedule or discussions of what to eat, I have slept in guilt-free and even drank my first cup of tea of the day before speaking to anyone. There has also been some knitting by the fire, country walks in the snow, pretending to read but really having a crafty doze and plenty of blankets, tartan of course.
It’s been so cozy, so charming, so slow – I think we may have even reached peak Hygge and it is pure bliss, those Danes are certainly on to something.
Whilst writing this I have mainly been listening to nothing – just the occasional bit of bird song outside my window but other than that, silence.