I was born in December.
It was a good year or that’s what I tell anybody that will listen. I’m most definitely an “ice, ice baby” . I love the cosy winter months, snuggled up close to the fire.
December born and bred.
However while I adore donning big chunky – lived in jumpers 24/7 , sipping hot chocolate on repeat and ‘doing’ everything by candlelight… by the end of January I am seriously hankering after a little sunshine on my [ SPF’d 50] face, to feel the sand between my toes.
To get outside.
Breathe the warm air.
Walk up a mountain.
Eat fish & chips out of newspaper…