There's nothing quite as good as a crisp, sunny day, straight after Christmas ... the kind of day that calls you to don walking boots and head up the nearest hill to blow away overindulged Christmas cobwebs!
We headed up to Bluebell Hill with Polly and Betty to walk off our Christmas excess and the view was spectacular! The girls had a whale of a time chasing up and down steep paths, while we strolled downhill, then huffed and puffed like geriatrics on the uphill trek.
It might take a few more of these walks to shift our mince pie muffin tops, but who cares when the sky is blue and you can see for miles and miles and miles?!!!