Twenty one of my Christmas Day’s has been spent doing our family tradition of chilling at home in Berkshire, but this year my family went away for Christmas for the first time.
After a two day mammoth journey across the whole of France (including some horrendous traffic in Paris) , we arrived in Bénaix, in the Pyrenees on Christmas Eve. We were staying at my Dad’s cousins home, who has lived in France for a number years and was ready to give us a typical French Christmas.
The French celebrations are on Christmas Eve, who apparently drink late into the early hours of Christmas morning. Instead, Christmas Eve involved a 6 mile hilly run and a quiet dinner, followed by an early night.
Christmas day started with a morning run along an old railway route (the only non hilly place to run for miles!) followed by a trip to the bakers. The early…
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