Day 199

In a fit of insanity, I decided it would be fun to go get our Christmas tree at Duncombe Park in the North York Moors. Unfortunately, a fire in a village that closed the road, our propensity for getting lost, crazy drivers (including a bus that rear-ended us), and the narrow, steep, winding roads in the moors made it rather more "fun" than we'd bargained for. My nerves may not recover for a week.

But the tree is lovely.