The sun rises on the final week of the year, a week whose days have emerged, merged and submerged.
In the park, Slavic and I trimmed the dead wood from our copse of oak trees. All the trees struggled through the hot, dry summer and not all made it.
The dogs made themselves comfortable in the undergrowth to watch the action. That's Mini posing on a rock.
We burned off piles of cuttings as did the farmers down in the valley.
A circular loaf of bread that Jones was removing from the boot burst through the bottom of the plastic bag holding it and made a bid for freedom. It took us several minutes to discover it hiding in the hedge.
The week started out sunny with morning mist in the valleys
which made for some beautiful pictures.
The last few days have been dull, with intermittent drizzle.
The dogs liked to settle down around the fire.
Whatever the weather, Llewellyn and Lucia would head to the beach
where they made themselves as comfortable as circumstances would allow. They are motoring back to the UK over the weekend.
We opened our Christmas presents, some with labels we couldn't read.
Others were more familiar.
Santa brought Barbara a watch and me a new phone. He seemed to know that I'm an HTC fan.
We sat down to coffee and Christmas cake. A gift from L&L with whom we shared meals most days.
Sun or drizzle, the dogs insisted on their walks - and a treat on their return home.
And here's a picture of Bobby contemplating the year ahead. May it treat us gently, one and all!
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