In the years when we owned our house in Preuilly sur Claise but still lived in London the 23rd December was the day we travelled.
In 2006 we flew into Limoges (it was supposed to be Poitiers, but Poitiers Airport was shut due to fog) and stayed in a gite in Roux. In 2007 we drove, once again staying in Roux. In 2008 we drove, stayed in our own house, and froze our bits off. In 2009 we were in Australia, but I am sure we were on the road.
Since then (with the exception of 2017) we've spent this date at home gearing up for a day we then pretend isn't important.
Yesterday, the furthest we travelled was this. It was not too cold, and depending on which way you were looking was either fine or dreary - both photos on this post were taken on yesterday's walk.
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