The Lovely Husband and I made a decision to celebrate the New Year in a different way this year. We were tucked up in bed by 10:30pm and asleep shortly after. Woken by the fireworks at midnight, we exchanged a sleepy "Happy New Year" kiss then nodded straight back off again. But on New Years Day the three of us were up with the lark and went for a walk, loaded with blankets and thermos flasks, to a wood, not far from us. We climbed to the top of the hill and hunkered down to watch the sunrise on 2013. There was not a soul around (unsurprisingly) and it was so quiet we could hear the beating of the birds' wings which were flying above us. It was calm, peaceful, beautiful.
When the sun was fully up and the cold getting the better of us we came home and cooked a big brunch for friends. A long, lazy day followed, full of conversation, laughter, jigsaws, books, naps and crochet. If the rest of 2013 continues the way it started we are in for a very, very happy new year.