Looling for Santa

The wind has finally, if not actually stopped, at least abated to a civilised breeze. Just as well, I didn't fancy transferring all the presents to Mum's house in a force 11.

We have had the most scrummy Christmas dinner, all 16 of us, and now, 6 hours later, I am still stuffed. We have come to Yell, one of the smaller islands, to my daughter for Christmas day. We have already been visited by strange men bearing bottles of amber nectar.

Tomorrow Christmas dinner number two. Here's hoping that a certain gentleman has been by then. Hannah was having a good look out for him on the ferry to Yell.