There’s something very nostalgic about going for a walk. Before everybody dashed off to fancy weekends and exotic past time adventures, people simply used to go for a walk. Going for a walk has no purpose other than going for a walk, no aim really and you could just as well sit on the sofa yet, there you are, your stockinged legs sticking out of stout walking boots, soft gloves and a fluffy hat to keep your ears warm, and you venture out. Ideally you’re with other people, and it’s a little like shepherding fleas, for they invariably break up in little groups, some trailing behind, some pulling forward with gusto, others conspiratorially whispering to each other, and it’s good you’ve all agreed to meet for a hot toddy at the inn across the lake.
It might begin to snow, or a low drizzle, and the ones dawdling behind picking up a little vigour, and then you push the door open, a wave of warm air, laughter and clatter of cutlery on plates, the smell of content human beings and smoke and biscuits and coffee.
*This is Les Poissonchats Wondrous Advent Calendar! Advent calendars are a big tradition where I come from: every day until Christmas Day you prepare a small gift for a loved one, fourandtwenty little surprises. Advent calendars come in beautifully old fashioned prints on cardboard, extra glitter and glory, and each day there’s a little perforated window waiting for you be opened. Others are more elaborate, pretty baskets filled with twenty four numbered parcels, red velvet ribbons and sprigs of fir. The one I’m making for you this season is a different one altogether, it comes in digital form. Unless specially marked, all content is hand-stitched by myself, lovingly compiled and written for your amusement.
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