Christmas morning was one of the few genuinely cold days this winter has seen to date, here in Cork. To my mind it is what a Christmas Day should be like – cold and crisp and perfect for taking the dog for a walk down the bog. Firstly here is the view out of the bedroom window that greeted me that morning.
Then it was off down the track into the bog, the Hound disappearing into the distance.
More to come from Christmas Day.