Boxing Day

Tackleway, the view from the back of the house over the old town made me want to burst into tears

Another cold, crisp, clear morning - just waiting for the magical properties of tea to kick in.

Yesterday was - to my begrudging surprise, very nice. I went out for a quick drink as planned at about noon and was gone for 11 hours. Ended up at a friends house, initially for a sherry but eventually for my full xmas dinner.  Had a very lovely, gossipy and cheery time with grown ups in a really, really nice house on the Tackleway - which is the one place in Hastings I'd sell my soul to live for. They were a combination of fishermens cottages and tuburcolosis houses - due to their unique position on the hill.

I'm having my own xmas dinner here today - and as it's technically Sunday, there is Countryfile to look forward to. There is also the worlds best double bill later today with Great Expectations and Oliver Twist over on More4 from lunchtime onwards.

The Jenny was fairly quite but I have a feeling that although they called time at 2 - they would have carried on serving for some time. The staff were dressed as elves. The barmaid could hardly walk in her stilletto shes that clickity clacked and made her bells jingle - she had obviously spent a lot of time getting ready, but was difficulty stopping her dress from falling off, and the look of fear on her face confirmed that disrobing was imminent.

Apart from the people I'd planned to see - the streets have been deserted, which might explain my fairly good mood.

I'm going to see if I can catch low tide with the dogs at 9am, it will be their chance for a run about before I settle down for the day.