Everyone's busy at Christmas time, especially on the build up towards the big day. One of our friends or relatives was so busy, they didn't even have time to sign our Christmas card! Anyone want to claim this one!?
After Clare finished her final coaching session of the year, we had two hours to frantically throw climbing kit into our big duffel bag, dig out some summer clothes, shut down and lock up The Cottage and we were off. An uneventful few hours on the motorways later and we rolled into Loddington under cover of darkness.
Despite the residents of Fort Martin all feeling somewhat sub-optimal, it was decided that pre-Christmas celebrations would still take place and a good assortment of sisters, brother, cousins and nephews, aunts and uncles - even Grandma, sat down for a huge feed on the Sunday afternoon with the traditional roast turkey and flaming Christmas pud, before an early bedtime.
If you had the choice to arrive in a destination, with several hundred euros in your pocket, but having had to leave at an unsociable hour, would you take it, or would you spend the extra cash and enjoy the sound of your alarm clock, chiming at a reasonable time of day? This year we chose the former, saving the money, but paying for the flight with a 02:45 alarm call....
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