Last week we had a fantastic holiday in Northumberland with our friends Mark and Lucy and our goddaughter Tabitha. We stayed in Seahouses ... in a house very close to the sea! Seahouses is a pleasant fishing cum holiday village, perfectly placed on the coast near Bamburgh, the Farne Islands and miles of beautiful sandy beaches. After weeks of rain and cold we were taken by surprise by the almost wall to wall sunshine which showed the coastline at its best and resulted in several stunning sunsets.
Daddy's leg wasn't too bad in fact, although he did make the mistake of leaving his crutches behind in Kenilworth, which necessitated a (successful) trip to the local hospital to try to borrow some more. But with or without crutches he was able to join in with the fun and do most things apart from coastal walks - a good reason to return in future years. Here he is walking along the Seahouses harbour wall with Ben.
As well as spending some time on the beach near Bamburgh Castle, we also toured around a little bit and visited Holy Island, Berwick upon Tweed and Alnwick Garden, as well as a boat trip to the Farne Islands to see the seals and puffins.
Ben loved Bamburgh Castle, waving "bye bye" every time we went past and rather endearingly learning to say "Bamba Castle".




















This weekend we visited Ben's godparent 

Ben had a mixed Christmas Day. He loved the horses, but was a little overwhelmed by all the presents and the attention. He managed to open a few presents in the morning before retiring to his cot and then resurfaced to have some turkey dinner (well to throw it on the floor anyway). We did manage to capture him smiling with a cracker and he perked up a bit in the afternoon when he got to open some more of his presents. On Boxing Day he finished opening his presents, and thrilled us all by quite clearly asking for "cheese" (his first "proper" word?) which he had spied on the table while we were eating lunch.

Above is Lille, below is Birmingham:
Carefully considered view was that the wine was better in Birmingham, the sausage in Lille. Not sure what that proves.