There was a heavy white frost when I looked out of the window early this morning but it had mostly cleared by the time we went out for a walk in the park with Boo, which meant he had to be hosed down in the garden afterwards. He knows the drill and sits at the kitchen door, waiting not exactly patiently for the mister to do the business. Then it's a rub down with a towel (Boo, not the mister) and breakfast (a bowl of dried dog food for the canine,a treat of freshly baked pains au chocolat courtesy of JusRol for his humans).
And so, the last day of the year. Looking back, it's been a good year, which started with an adventure at the bottom of the world, ended with a trip to the top of the world and had lots of other stuff in between.
Nothing special is planned to see in 2015 here. As usual, I'll light all the candles, hopefully without the pyrotechnic display of a previous New Year's Eve, someone will be shoved outside just before midnight, on the telly Big Ben will strike twelve, a bottle of fizz will be opened and, who knows, we just might push the boat out and finish off the tub of Twiglets.
Tomorrow, the number will have changed and there will be 365 blank pages in the new diary with the promise of new possibilities, opportunities, options, plans.
'For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.'
~T.S. Eliot~
Wishing you all a happy and healthy New Year.