Knowing I would be all tied up in Bristol over the Christmas period, I fled North in the middle of the month to begin the festivities early. I drank soy chai lattes at Flat White Durham, went for rainy walks on cobbled hills, exchanged gifts and gossip and even squeezed in a trip to my old stomping ground, Newcastle.
1. Christmassy market in Durham. 2. Ben unwraps a gift.
3 & 4. Flat White Durham
5. A fleeting return to Newcastle; Northumberland Street.
6 & 7. My Mum's gorgeous dresser, adorned with well wishes.
8. Our little baby tree was looking slightly bare, so we tied gift tags on it once we'd open our presents.