Home for the Holidays
Well, Craig’s home, anyway. I’ve been to England a few times now, but this was my first holiday season with Craig’s family. My family doesn’t do big Christmas mornings anymore. So, I wasn’t really expecting much more than dinner at Craig’s parents. His parents still do the full spread with bags of gifts from Santa for each of the grandkids and tons of presents around the tree. So, for the first time in over fifteen years, I got to sit around opening piles of presents on Christmas morning, followed by a giant festival of food. Good times.
Our visit wasn’t all eating and hanging out with the family. We walked the last fifteen miles of the West Highland Way, just enough to know that we want to do the whole thing when we have the time. We had driven up to Fort William on New Year’s Eve, but being old, we went to bed early in lieu of the hogmanay festivities.