Today was our annual Christmas tradition of chopping down the tree.
We go to a lovely little farm just outside Bristol where are able to freely roam the field and choose our special tree.
No taller than me (about 5ft), bushy, with even branches all the way to the top for good hanging of decorations...a tough choice amongst all the trees which look the same I can tell you.
Dan made the final decision, a great choice too.
Thankfully this year we have two strong boys who able and willing to carry the tree back to the car.
Decorating tomorrow... yipppeeeee!