CHRISTMAS 2010.

This was the best Christmas I can ever remember.

Liz (and mum) found three amazing cottages in

the Peak District. And after all the adventures down south,

we jumped in our rented cars and took on the elements.

But once we arrived, well as you can see it was amazing.

These beautiful little places were perfect.

In the little village of Eyam.

Complete with a Christmas tree.

With all the handmade knitted stockings.

All the gang were there.

It turned into a split comp. Jo V's

....Xal.

Then on Christmas morning Jo

and I went for a run.

Leggings and all.

When we came back Mum and Steve were on

their way out, while Aunty Lorna was

furiously cooking.

Liz made an awesome breakfast.

And a few hours later it was around to the

Alexander's for dinner.

The presents came out.

Some were more loved than others.

You can't beat an inflatable ballon set.

A happy Kelv.

A very happy Jane.

A confused Aunty Sue.

Drink up Dan.

The obligatory self shot.

Ahhh young (ish) love.

Nice hat.

Liz loving the brolly.

I don't why.

Let's hit the pub. Off into the village.

Then back for some fun and games.

And some book reading.