From a 30m high sand dune somewhere on the coast of New South Wales…
I wish you and your families (by birth, chosen, or otherwise) a very happy Christmas.
My first Australian Christmas as a temporary resident has been somewhat of a fusion of traditional British and Australian food; seafood…
…a traditional roast with both turkey and ham…
Thank goodness it was only 22°C so we could tolerate both having the oven on and eating outside. It even rained a bit, which made us feel right at home.
We made it to a church, where the vicar was also British. Which also made us feel at home.
Family festivities occurred, and excitement ruled supreme.
There were seconds (and maybe thirds but don’t tell anyone) of pudding.
There was an obligatory Love Actually viewing.
And sand dunes.
So, that was a bit different.
For those of you for whom Christmas is actually quite a difficult time, for a variety of reasons, please be assured I’m thinking of you.