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A Christmas Walk

What we saw on a our early Christmas morning walk to the beach...
A little donkey


...and friends.


Roses in bloom...


and bright fuschias.




What's down there?


The recent heavy rain has swollen the rivers and created a magnificent waterfall.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Comments

Fennie said…
Well I never! A Christmas blog. Just looked in as daughter is using my laptop to charge her kindle. Love the donkeys. One seems to be saying (after Eeyore) 'After all, what is Christmas, here today and gone tomorrow?'
Chris Stovell said…
Couldn't resist, it Fennie, not after seeing the donkeys!
Maggie Christie said…
Wonderful Christmas Day donkeys! How lovely. I think those blooms are confused, although I have two blooming roses in my garden today too.
Chris Stovell said…
There are daffs on the bank opposite us, too, Mags!
Preet said…
Merry Christmas! :)
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you, Chanpreet and Merry Christmas to you!
Pondside said…
Merry Christmas, Chris! It's rainy and warm here and there are yellow roses blooming in our garden.
No donkeys - sadly.
Chris Stovell said…
Pondside, Merry Christmas to you and yours. But you have nearly everything except donkeys!
Patsy said…
Happy Christmas! (We walked to the beach yesterday, too)
Teresa said…
I love a stroll through the Country on Christmas Morning. Everything is more silent and peaceful. Or is it us...

No donkeys for me but nature is confused about the Season everywhere it seems. Fragile blooms in December :shakeshead:.

Thank you for your pics and Merry Christmas!


For me the donkey is thinking "What's the surprise? I dropped Them and came North before the Camels show up and steal the show!" ahahahahah
Chris Stovell said…
Happy Christmas to you too, Patsy.

Merry Christmas Teresa, yes it was very quiet and peaceful here too. I think the donkey was thinking, 'Where's my Christmas carrot then, eh?' !
Love those picture especially thenones of the cute donkeys.

Merry Christmas x
Chris Stovell said…
Merry Christmas to you too, Debs!
Frances said…
Chris, your Christmas walk post really sends such a fresh point of view, somehow also linked to traditions that many of us recognize.

How I hope that in twelve months time I might also be able to post such a message that is true and sure.

Best wishes to you and Tom. xo
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you Frances, from both of us. I'm intrigued now; is that a wish or a plan? All best wishes for 20121 whatever they are. Cx
Liane Spicer said…
Merry Christmas, Chris! How absolutely, stunningly lovely, you lucky person!

I've always read that baby donkeys are the cutest things ever. Now I believe.

Happy new year!
Chris Stovell said…
Merry Christmas to you, Liane. I do feel very fortunate to be here in this lovely part of the world - a little more sunshine would go down well - but, hey, we have donklets!
Flowerpot said…
A lovely post Chris - we saw a daisy on Christmas Day! Loved your pictures and hope you had a good time.

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