vicki archer

01 Dec 2012

Every year in the run-up to Christmas, we fill the calendar with wonderful winter fayres. I picture my family almost stepping from a Boden Catalogue;  rosy-cheeked and laughing as we pass the choir going into the third verse of We Three Kings. It’s all mulled wine and children juggling red hot chestnuts from the wood burner.

We are so lucky in Shropshire. You can’t move without...

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