(Not) Father Christmas.

We headed for one of our favourite walks, which turned form blue skies to peas soup fog and back again. Motorbikes came over the foggy hill towards us making it feel like Mad Max… and we got a little lost at one point but it was an adventure!

Near the end of the walk I smiled a friendly greeting at a fellow walker as she approached from the opposite direction. I wasn’t expecting her reply to my smile by saying ‘I thought you were Father Christmas!’