O Christmas Tree!

All three boys turned up for our traditional annual trip to Aberfoyle to choose our Christmas tree. This was very nice especially when they are so busy - and we had made it very clear that they were not in any way obliged to come. James, Ally and I set off from Glasgow, and Jamie and Davie from Edinburgh. We arrived first and started looking at the trees which were laid out by size and type. When I saw Jamie's bright blue car coming down the slope into the car park I waved and shouted happily, thus inadvertently drawing the attention of the other people choosing trees, who all looked up at the car. Not realising that he had an audience, David chose that moment to make a humorously but nevertheless rude gesture at us using the middle fingers of both hands. Not my proudest maternal moment. We duly chose an attractive Norway Spruce and went for a tasty lunch in the café at the David Marshall Lodge, followed by a walk down to the waterfall, which was great fun as we went to the bird hide, took pictures of the sculptures, and counted the elven doors that have been scattered through the woods with poems attached about each elf. We had such a lovely time, and we have now set up and decorated the tree and we are chatting and listening to Michael Bublé singing us Christmas songs beside the fire in the lounge. We are all feeling festive except the cats who are very uneasy about a tree being brought inside the house!