We started our Christmas celebrations with drinks in the village with family and friends and a rather grown up, dress-wearing Father Christmas... We were also joined by Pumpkin, a very festive Shetland pony.
Christmas Eve rolled into Christmas Day and after the obligatory Christmas morning church service, we settled in for the day.
We ate like kings and played games in front of the fire until the late hours.
Having held our breaths until the very last moments of the Downtown Christmas Special, we all retired to bed to get up early for a very rural Boxing Day tradition.
Tally ho! I joined my brother in the pub after and caught up with friends over mulled wine.
Over the next few days we took walks, pottered around the farm, joined more friends for drinks, read trashy Christmas novels and above all else, ate as much food as possible.
A very photogenic Jess!
Clearly Callie could tell I wasn't here for long... Shhhh, don't tell Mum!
The temperature plummeted and our little country haven was transformed into a white wonderland.