Not the musical variety, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever been to one of those home or away. There were Glasgow’s Big Day concerts in 1990, somehow I got into the then Copthorne hotel to watch the George Square gig and then went down to Glasgow Green in the evening (that was the time Sheena Easton got booed* for her Mid Atlantic twang); and I was at the Nelson Mandela Tribute concert at Wembley the same year, but the full mud and music experience? No. The festivals I mean are the holiday ones, Christmas, New Year, Twelfth Night, Thanksgiving. The latter one first, but far from traditionally when two of MrS’s American colleagues invited us to celebrate it with them in Curacao, instead of turkey we ate curry.
Then in 2016 while we were in the throes of building works we sought out some Christmas sunshine in Lanzarote
And last year we welcomed the arrival of the Kings in Tenerife
This year we spent New Year or Saint Sylvestre in France.
Of course there were still signs of Christmas
and portents of L’Epiphanie
But the main event was New Year.
Restaurants offered festival menus
Here are those puds
But it seemed lots of people would be enjoying seafood platters at home
Midnight and the arrival of 2019 was a low key affair. We headed to the Mairie
to watch the clock.
But missed the crowds you’d see in Scotland
It was a little livelier at the casino
where we could hear a party. But we just enjoyed the lights and headed back to our hotel.
Where we might* have had a kiss under the mistletoe**
Best wishes for 2019 and Happy New Year to anyone celebrating it tonight.
***”gui” in French it appeared in the shops on New Year’s Eve
PS Almost back home I became “King” of the day when I found the bean in our pie