I know what you’re thinking… am I going to keep this up for twelve whole days in a row? Have I cleverly scheduled all of these blog posts in advance for the Christmas season? Highly unlikely. I’m just going with the flow right now… and to be honest what with all these lovely creations hanging about the house how could I resist sharing them?

This is one of my favourite, now very much annual, Fothergill traditions… my mum’s foraged Christmas wreath. I’d love to give you a step-by-step lesson of how to make one, but in all honesty I have no idea, we’ll just have to put it down to a touch of Christmas magic.

A few items have been collected from flower shops… some pine cones (though you could always find your own and paint the tips white if you’re organised enough!) and the glittery berries. However holly leaves, moss, holly-berries, other leaves and probably a few bugs too are all genuine Cotswold-foraged decorations. My bleeding finger is a testament to the holly’s reality. Ow.

Happy Boxing Day everyone, I have an appointment with the tele-box today! Although apparently my family have more creative ideas in store… blimey I’m knackered. More to blog about tomorrow at least.

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