Cirencester

For a good few years we have had a tradition of going away just before Christmas to take in a Christmas market. This year we didn't venture far, only to the little town of Cirencester but it was lovely. We had a fish platter in a cosy pub before doing a spot of shopping (more Duplo) and hitting the Christmas markets. Each stall was full of festive handmade goodies which is a far cry from the Birmingham one.

Fish and chips back at the hotel and bed for half nine. A very different weekend to Reykjavik, three years ago, but I wouldn't change it for the world.