I’m lucky that when everything gets a little too much in life, I can escape back to the rural peace that comes with the Welsh countryside. While these past few weeks have been pretty tough, it always makes me especially grateful to have the amazing friends and family around me that I do – and for living in such a beautiful environment around plenty of fresh air and footpaths for thinking things through and clearing my head.
Traditions are a major part of my Christmas, and most of them I’ve stuck to religiously each year. I have always gone to pick out the best real tree (I’m a firm believer that artificial trees just aren’t the same) with my Dad, and insisted we all wear Santa hats while decorating. Usually after about ten minutes I would become chief decorator as my Mum, Dad and brother would drift off and do their own thing – but being the OCD way I am this secretly pleased me and I’d happily take over while listening to our one and only Christmas CD.