So I put up the Christmas tree and I grabbed the Christmas tree ornaments from the box I’d stored them in ever since got back. I thought I’d bought HEAPS! However, either my tree is too big or I’d been incredibly abstemious in my shopping, because there’s lots of green left on this thing. I need to go on more holidays to really fill this tree up. Speaking of buying things, Pam and I bought this jolly old fellow from the Georgian House in Edinburgh. Now there’s a place that’s worth visiting.
Hamlet holding Yorrick’s skull, next to Henry VIII and his wives, with a red crown from Canterbury cathedral and a soldier from the Tower of London peeping in on the left. Buying these was such a good idea of Scott’s. He has them occasionally… As I was unpacking them I had so many great memories come flooding back. Having sandwiches and timtam fudge with Deana before going in to see the cathedral. Scampering all over Stratford-on-Avon with Scott to see all 5 Shakespeare properties and the graves in half a day. (And the moment where I innocently asked him what the river that flowed through the town was called. Not one of my brighter moments.) Walking through Hampton Court Palace draped in my red velvet cloak, seeing where they all lived. I still remember the hallway where poor Katherine Howard was pulled away, screaming, from the doorway where she could have reached the king.
Santa from Bath with his dingly-dangly legs next to the souvenir from the church where Shakespeare was buried. You can just see the keyring I bought at the place where Richard II was found. It has his signature on it. Well, a reproduction at least.
Wordsworth’s daffodil, the Paris Opera House’s Dracula, a red phone box with robins on top from Bath – it all just keeps going. I’m keeping them up here on their own for a few days and then I’ll drag out the other decorations and make the tree look less green and more Christmas-y.
Another shot of Dracula.
Marie Antoinette from Versailles sits next to a doll from the Black Forest in Germany.
An angel from the Vatican.
This fine gent is from the Tower of London. Irreplaceable memories.
Here’s the tree as it is now. I might throw some tinsel and such onto it on the weekend.