DECEMBER - "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunset over the lochan We're promised snow at Christmas! That could change of course - you wouldn't believe the differences of opinion the family have over the predicted weather! And all because we each listen to different weather forecasters. But, for the time being, we are expecting snow. No - sleet - it's changed!! I remember cruelly cold Christmas Days and I remember unseasonably mild ones too but I have only a handful of white Christmas memories. The earliest one is of a very small Susan trundling along the garden path, pushing a brand new dolls' pushchair in torchlight, after spending a wonderful Christmas Day at my grandparents' cottage in Belshaw Lane, Belton (or down Carrhouse as we used to say). The family always spent Christmas Day there and now I wonder how on earth Granny Ivy managed to feed us all with just an oven attached to the fireplace in the living room and a tiny and very primitive electric cooker in the scullery. But she did - and how! It was
