Bah Humbug. I didn’t get Christmas, again.
Last year I didn’t get Christmas because I had temporary custody of an extremely high-needs rescue dog which I couldn’t turn my back on. I spent Christmas day sitting on a camping chair in my kitchen, the only place I could make safe for her until she went to the next kennels, listening to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy when she was asleep and Classic FM’s Sleepy Dog playlist when she wasn’t.
This year I didn’t get Christmas because I came down with the awful Not-COVID-but-still-shit bug that was doing the rounds. I started shivering on Thursday 22nd and I’m still struggling with the tail end of it now.
But New Year’s Day was warm and sunny so Platonic Road Companion and I nipped out to Cannock Chase for a toastie and a brew.
On the way back we pulled in beside an ancient church, mainly so I could take my helmet off to cough and de-snot myself. According to the sign, Henry Tudor had stayed there in the run-up to the Battle of Bosworth, and a few decades later Henry VIII and one of his wives stayed there so that they could visit the battlefield.
I like the idea of Tudor tourists. And I’m going to go back and be a tourist myself – the church used to be the gatehouse of the Cistercian monastary of Merevale, which sounds well worth a visit on a warmer day.
transport of delight 
Sounds like a cracking day out!