Chisbury chapel

After presents and before turkey there is football. Megan and I abstain, instead walking the towpath. We cross the canal and the railway and are met by Claire and Angus. Football, apparently, is over.

Claire leads us on muddy, interstitial paths between fields, towards the Chisbury road. The chapel is fourteenth century, but has been a barn since the reformation. It’s lovely.

Too much turkey later, we’re in a stupor of televisual entertainment: Bourne, Hawke, Robie.

No one needs supper.