Frozen

I'm sort of kicking myself for this past weekend. On Saturday, Steve and I bundled up and headed to Winchester for their amazing Christmas market. It's set in the grounds of Winchester Cathedral, and the entire city is a holiday wonderland. It was insanely beautiful, and the minute we parked the car, I realized that I had forgotten both my camera and my phone. Because I'm really, really fantastic like that. The plus side? I completely forgot about taking photos, and instead simply soaked it all in with my own two eyes. Not to mention, my hands were free to hold that big cup of hot whisky with maple syrup, as well as my first taste of mulled wine (which I am now addicted to).

The hustle and bustle of the street market, the smell of cauldrons of mulled wine and endless confectionary delights, the laughter and sounds of people ice skating, and the twinkling lights all around the city and cathedral were able to be fully enjoyed for once - instead of overlooked while hiding behind the lens and searching for the perfect photo op. I can go on and on about how sentimental and festive the entire afternoon and evening was, but I'm going to keep the rest inside and have a little Christmas party in my head for now. Don't worry, Mom - I know you're reading this - and it's definitely on the list of places we're taking you next year when you visit for the holidays.

In the meantime, enjoy some other people's photos of the market that I've found (and the ones I stole from my sister-in-law's Facebook, since they were with us that day!), and I promise that I won't forget my camera again!

Sadly, all found images.