CHRISTMAS IN OUNDLE

Until recently I have always felt mildly dissatisfied with Christmas in England. It couldn’t compete with the bright lights of a good old Canadian Christmas.

Now I’m beginning to think that there’s something to the subtle decorations on buildings that look like they are straight from a Charles Dickens' classic tale, singing carols in the marketplace and enjoying chestnuts (I never thought Nat King Cole and the Carpenters intended to eat them!).

It might have something to do with going down the pub with friends and enjoying the delights of British Christmas pop tunes. I’ll miss it this year.