The ninth day of Christmas: resolving not to resolve

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How did medieval people manage to celebrate Christmas for twelve whole days? I am beginning to regret launching myself into this series; once New Year festivities are over, I feel it’s time to move on.

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Mind you, medieval folk probably didn’t start thinking about Christmas in September. I am quite sure they didn’t have to put up with cheesy perfume adverts in November, tinsel after Halloween and charity Christmas catalogues popping through their doors in July!

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Anyway, today I have been thinking about New Years resolutions, or rather, I have been thinking about not making any. I am learning to live in the moment, not to project into the future but instead to notice the little things that are happening now. Cognitive Behavioural Therapists call it mindfulness.

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The best thing I know to promote mindfulness is photography. I don’t need to resolve to take photographs since I can hardly help myself.

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Anyway, here’s to living in the moment and, as an antidote to all that Christmas bling, some soothing black and whites.

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The eighth day of Christmas: New Year’s Day

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One tradition in our family that I particularly enjoy is the New Year’s Day walk.

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This year our walk was on Dartmoor. The pictures will have to wait until we get home. But a stroll through any part of Britain’s countryside is a lovely way to greet the new year.

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I like seeing families out together, often several generations. That’s not something we do particularly well in this country but somehow we do manage to get together at this time of year.

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Did you go walking today? Where did you go