Happy Christmas!

Unbelievably, we made it. I was putting out the light at 2am; the alarm went off at 7am; we were in the queue for the ferry by 10.20am and arrived at Ewan’s about 1.15pm. That first sip of champagne was as gloriously welcome as ever, as we sat surrounded by presents and - subsequently - discarded wrapping paper. Ewan is a fantastic cook, adding extraordinary ingredients to Brussels sprouts and beetroot chutney. And the wonderful pudding burned bright blue and I was mocked for filming it because I do it every year.

If that sounds like a boring recital of facts, blame the fact that I’m doing this on the phone and I’m completely whacked. But a lovely day is hard to write wittily about and I’m so ready for bed - in the hotel across the road from Ewan’s house.

You will realise I’ve pinched the photo granddaughter Catriona took of us - I thought she’d mind less than if I’d put up one I’d taken of her and her sister! As it says, Happy Christmas, all!