Up somewhere as high as possible . . . this is a good one. Up at Saint Salvayre above Alet les Bains where there is one house and a minuscule church. It seems to be becoming a small ritual each 25th December - a sit in the church, which is always open (unusual for around here, and possibly everywhere else due to stuff disappearing) and a think about what all the day's celebrations are founded on then a long dog walk over the moor-like hills, chat about the year passed and year to come; and home for presents and nut roast.
Happy Christmas 2017 to any readers out there in Blog-Land.
Tiny church at St Salvayre