A very special Kiwi Christmas
Christmas is never the same when you are not around family and if I’m honest I wasn’t really looking forward to my second 101 Christmas away from mine, but this Christmas day turned out to be one of the most memorable of my life.
The day started with Ruth cooking an amazing breakfast before giving me two gifts with one being amazing and the other being… erm… toilet golf… literally a game of golf to play on the toilet complete with putter and a green! 🙂 Crazy!
Ruth then asked me to sit down and watch a video on the iPad before pulling her phone out and filming me watch it. I had no idea what was going on. I then watched what turned out to be the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me. My friend Richard contacted some of my friends and supporters from around the world and asked them to take a photo of themselves holding a 101 sign. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t believe he did it. He is such an amazing friend and I was literally lost for words. If you fancy a peek I’ve attached it here;- http://youtu.be/1sf49Y9BpE0
After a speechless start to the day I was then picked up by friend Lisa and her amazing boyfriend, Sean and we went to Lisa’s mum and dad’s house for lunch.
When it came to opening the presents I was maybe expecting a gift from Lisa but instead was overwhelmed with lots wonderful gifts. I couldn’t believe what Lisa and her family had done for me. In one Christmas I received two of the best gifts anyone has ever given me. The first being the video Richard made for me and the second being a picture which Lisa’s niece Alicia painted for me. She is 8 years old and painted a picture of me standing on top on Mount Victoria overlooking Wellington. It is the best painting I have ever seen and will take pride and place in my future home.
The last Christmas I spent with kids was when I was a child. Seeing the kids open their presents and then spend the rest of the day playing with bubbles and firing arrows across the room reminded me of how magical Christmas used to be. This yet again got me thinking about achieving thing 101 on my list which seems to be something I have thought more and more about as my trip has gone on. Sean’s children, Holly and Annabel then arrived and sang for everyone which was just beautiful.
After a huge Christmas dinner we then headed off to visit Sean’s family. We drove to what I can only describe as possibly the most beautiful cemetery I have ever seen which over looks the beautiful countryside.
Sean’s brother Piers died of cancer in 1977 when he was 8 years old. He was the same age as me when I was ill as a child and Sean’s family always visit his grave on Christmas Day.
Sean’s sister Anna Marie joked with me when I met her by saying “I’m sure this not uncomfortable for you at all”.
It was a very lovely moment and I felt so honoured to be there but I found myself getting upset after I read a poem that seans mum Christine had written on the grave. I thought about my mum as I know she would have felt the same way if she had lost me when I was ill as child. I then thought of Lynette and Cheryl who lost their children to this awful disease last year. I can imagine Christine’s words represent most mothers and fathers who lose a child.
Christine kissed her hand and touched Piers’ headstone and said goodbye. I asked if I could take a photo and Lisa said that they would be honoured if I did so.
We then all went to Sean’s mum and dad’s house and had yet more food and a wonderful time. Sean’s dad, Jean Pierre had a stroke a number of years ago and can’t move around as much as he once did but he’s still out there living life. They are a very inspiring family and it was joy to spend time with them.
This turned out to be one the best Christmas days I’ve ever had. I missed my family but instead became part of the lives of two new families.
A huge thank you to Ruth, Lisa, Sean, Richard, the Marshall and Hammond family and to all my pals around the world for making this Christmas so special. I have never experienced a day where I have felt so overwhelmed, humbled and grateful before. A day I will never forget.
X
Rest, welly and getting checked out
What started out as an amazing way to start the year after jumping out of a plane and surviving then took a turn for the worse after an episode of food poisoning on New Year’s Day. I’ve now spent the past two weeks struggling to get my energy back. My muscles have been aching and have felt weak and I just can’t seem to get going. The other day I came to a small incline in the road and my heart dropped. I was instantly transported back to memories of Richmond Hill during my treatment when I would be forced to stop 3 to 4 times before managing to get to the top whilst on my way to visit my brother.
I haven’t felt this bad for a long time and this is the second time I’ve been to see a doctor recently about fatigue. I gave myself two weeks to feel better and after that I said that I would go and see a doctor so on Monday I did just that.
I saw a wonderful Doctor called Dr Winton who examined the usual glands and did some weird tapping thing on my body….I’m never quite sure what the point of this is but he seemed to know what he was doing. He scared me a bit when he listened to my chest and asking “did any of your blood clot break off and get into your lung?”. I replied with a cautionary “noooo….why?”.
Ha! Maybe don’t ask that question when you’ve not been listening to my chest for the past 5 minutes with a concerned look on your face.
The doc said he thought all was fine and that I was probably just worn out but took bloods anyway. I just got the results back and all is fine and dandy. The usual fears of blood test results will never go away. You may have heard a massive sigh of relief wherever you are in the world after the voice at the other end of the phone simply replies “yep…all normal” and with that brief answer life goes on.
My reason for sharing this is just to say it is definitely better to be safe than sorry so please get yourself checked out if you don’t ever feel right. Some people call this being a hypochondriac but I call it being safe. After all it was getting checked out early that saved my life from bowel cancer. I also want to tell those of you who have been ill that despite all my escapades I also get tired so don’t feel that you are alone. I now need rest more than I ever have done before. Rest is key after going through such treatment and operations.
Although this trip has been wonderful for my mind I think my body might be getting a bit worn out now. It’s been good to rest.
Photographs
So I’ve been lucky enough to have had a wonderful base in Wellington whilst I recover. I don’t think Ruth’s remote control or couch have ever seen so much action! I’ve watched an entire season of Game of Thrones! Love it!
Wellington is such a cool little city to recuperate in.
The other night Ruth and I went to the botanical gardens with a picnic and watched a free concert in amongst the beautiful gardens.
I’ve also been spending time down at the harbour side with a cups of green tea and a good book about mindfulness called The Power of Now which was bought for me by my friend Jane from Cancer Research UK. It’s very good and has got some great techniques for coping with anxiety.
I also loved just sitting and watching people face their fear and jumping from the diving platform at the harbour. It was hilarious seeing big Maori muscle men debating whether to jump or not as a little girl, who couldn’t have been more than 10 came along, walked past them and immediately made the jump. How’s that for fearless!
We went to the Embassy Theatre last night to see the final Hobbit film which was amazing! I couldn’t quite believe I was watching the final film where it all started. This is where they had the premier of the first film, the Fellowship of the Ring back in 2001. All the names of the cast are engrained on the chairs that they sat in at the premier. I sat two seats away from Liv Tyler’s chair but sadly she had been replaced with a big hairy guy that night. Not quite my type!:)
So I’m finally starting to feel better and and I can now feel my strength coming back. As well as lots rest I’ve been eating and drinking lots of juices, healthy foods and making sure I take my supplements.
I’m hoping to set off again next week before Ruth realises that the only thing I’ve done to help make dinner so far is taking on the role of ‘supervisor’. I think she may have figured this out already though.
A huge thank you to Ruth for putting up with me over the past couple of weeks. I am eternally grateful to her for her generosity. She has been so kind. Thank you to beautiful Wellington as well for being a wonderful place just to be.
South Island, I’m coming back for you very very soon.
X
Greig’s… not so 101 guide to juicing
As I’m not feeling 101% at the moment I turn to nutrition to help sort me out. I was making a juice the other day and thought I would film myself making one. As ever I didn’t rehearse what I was going to say so this is a jam packed video of ‘erms’ and ‘sos’. I also seemed to have misplaced my vocabulary and forgotten vital words like ‘absorption’ and ‘prevention’.
Fear not I will not be making a career in TV chefing but I hope there is a couple of interesting points in here that will help you if you are new to juicing and the benefits of nutrition.
Next video like this will be better and I will definitely consult my nutrition guru Liz Butler before attempting another one of these. 🙂
X
My amazing friend Vix
Just before I arrived in Sydney I was invited to use the apartment of a girl called Vicki whilst she went back home to the UK to visit her mum for a couple of weeks. I had never met Vicki before. We had a mutual friend and she knew my big brother but she only knew me from my blog. Vicki lost her dad to cancer 12 years ago so could relate to my experiences.
When I arrived in Sydney Vicki came to meet at the airport and after dropping my stuff off at her apartment we headed down to the Opera Bar at the harbour side. Apart from already knowing that she was a very generous person it was this evening sitting by the beautiful Opera house that I realised what a truly amazing girl she is.
As the sun went down we asked someone to take some photos of us on my first night in Sydney. This photo was taken just as the sun was at its most beautiful. Unfortunately a big cruise ship came and blocked the view of the bridge as it reversed out of the harbour.
I turned to Vix and said “it’s a shame that huge boat is ruining our sunset”. What she said afterwards I will never forget.
Vicki replied “but just think how wonderful that sunset is for all those people on that ship. Some of them have probably been saving for years to do this trip and now they are being rewarded with the most beautiful sunset as they leave Sydney. For some this will be the highlight of their entire year”.
And with that I loved that big ship and that moment. Vicki taught me another way of seeing things and how wonderful it is to think of others enjoying themselves.
Vicki and I went onto to become wonderful friends. When she returned from the UK I stuck around for a bit longer and we had the best time. She even organised a surprise birthday party for me, cooked birthday cakes with my photos on them and best of all she made me laugh every single day.
Sadly, a few days ago Vicki was told she had breast cancer. She went for a standard smear test and the doctor asked if she’d had her breast examined lately and then conducted an examination and found a lump.
We’ve been talking about how how crazy it is that I came into her life literally just before this happened. We talked a lot about cancer when I was there. When she told me I just couldn’t believe it and I didn’t what to to say. I instantly realised how my friends felt when I first told them.
I then went away and thought about the things people said to me when I was ill and realised that It was my big brother that I remember the most. He never got upset, he never even entertained the idea that I might not survive and he didn’t give me any ‘poor you’ comments. He simply said “you will beat this” and when I worried about it coming back for a third time he replied with “then you’ll beat it again you moose”.
Ha! It wasn’t sympathy I needed it was strength and he gave me that every single day.
Vicki reads every post I write and every comment you wonderful people write as well. She often says how how lucky I am to have such wonderful people following my adventure. I know I speak for everyone at 101 Things To Do When You Survive when I say …you’ve got this nailed Vix and we are all right behind you. You are amazing and will demolish this horrible thing. The time you spent with me was just training in coping with something really annoying! You eventually got rid of me and the same will be true of cancer. The good thing is though that unlike me it won’t keep texting you afterwards!:)
Now hurry up and beat this thing so you can start your ‘102 Things’ blog and show me how to write properly (she’s always correcting my grammar!:).
Sending you all our love and healing wishes.
Xxxx
How to conduct a self examination
http://www.breastcancer.org/symptoms/testing/types/self_exam/bse_steps
Truthful health update
As I write this I am sitting in a little cafe in Wellington trying to find a comfortable position where my arms don’t feel like they are going to fall off. After my skydive I ate something which didn’t agree with me and spent all of New Years night in the toilet of the place I was staying in Cardrona in the South Island. Not to go into too much details but come the morning I was void of any moisture I had left in my body.
As a result I have been left pretty wiped out and rather than recover in a hostel I drove back with my friends Ruth and Ozen to Wellington to sort myself out.
I also underestimated just how busy it would be at this time of year in the South Island. The only part of my trip that was ever really planned was when I started my trip volunteering with Raleigh international in Costa Rica. Everything else I’ve just figured out along the way which includes accommodation and excursions.
I found myself in a position in Queenstown and Wanaka where I couldn’t find a single hostel to stay in. Everywhere was booked up. I’ve never experienced this before but it made me realise that I may need to plan my time in NZ a wee bit better than I have in other countries.
So I’m back in wonderful Welly staying at lovely Ruth’s place and renergising with healthy green veggies and juices. I think the whole one kidney and half a bowel thing might affect me a wee bit more than others when it comes to this sort of thing. In Buenos Aries I ended up in hospital after another bout of food poisoning (culprit-fish) after passing out on the toilet. Dehydration seems to be the thing that affects me more than anything else.
Although I know that my body has just taken a beaten from sickness and diarrhoea my thoughts still turn to my nemesis. I question why I feel this way and I start to feel every twinge in my stomach area wondering what it is. I hate this feeling as I begin to feel like a fraud. How quickly I crumble when I don’t feel well. Fortunately I realise what I’m doing and do something about it. In this case and in most cases come to think of it…I turn to writing.
I’ve gotten up on my tired bum and come to a little coffee shop on Cuba street in Wellington and started to write. It always makes me feel better and I find I can think more clearly in amongst the hustle and bustle of a cafe. When I read it back it seems like someone else has written it and like most people I seem to be able to advise others better than I can advise myself. It is because I wrote it down that I know what I want to say to this person; Just rest, Listen to your body, Eat well, drink lots and whatever you do don’t worry about it as this will exhaust you even more.
I’m often very hard on my body. I believe that if I’m cancer free theI should be able to do anything. Unfortunately it doesn’t quite work like that. Not for me and I’m sure not for anyone else.
The truth is I’ve been feeling more and more tired for a while now. In Sydney I went to hospital to get checked out as I struggled to even get up of the couch. They did the usual tests and all was well. Although I was at home for a short while before I left for Oz it wasn’t the relaxing time I wanted as I was all over the country for weddings, christenings and seeing friends and family. It was more exhausting than travelling.
Anyhoo, I wasn’t going to disclose any of this as I didn’t want it sound like I was moaning but a friend suggested that you guys might like to know how I’m really feeling.
I became frustrated when reading cancer survivor books when I was ill because they made it sound like life was worry free after cancer. I’ve never felt like that. I still worry, I still get tired and I still have to reassure myself that all is well. I never wanted 101 Things To When You Survive to portray anything but the truth when it came to my blog.
So here it is…. I feel a bit rubbish at the moment. The good news is this is not the first time I’ve felt like this on this trip. Any long term traveller will tell you that sometimes searching for a clean pair of pants at the bottom of a bag gets a bit tiring!:) Add a bout of food poisoning and you’re about ready to jump on the next plane home.
I was about to write ‘moan over’ to finish this off but it’s not a moan. I think it just sometimes good to remind ourselves that we need to listen to our bodies more and that being tired doesn’t mean you’ve got cancer but it’s always good to get checked out anyway! After writing this I have once again convinced myself of this fact.
Truth update over. I’m off back to the couch!:)
X
I did it!!!
It is still sinking in that I have actually done this. It was the most mind blowing surreal thing I’ve ever done.
As I shimmied towards the door when we reached 15,000ft I still couldn’t quite fathom what I was about to do. I had been arming myself with thoughts of cancer and how this couldn’t be as bad but as we flew up but I found myself thinking of all your lovely messages of support on my last post.
Thank you so so much. I read them all this morning and I thought about them all day right up until I jumped.
I must admit they all flew out my head when I literally ‘fell’ out of the plane and were quickly replaced with “Aaaahhhhhh” and then “THIS IS AMAAAZING”
Unfortunately the video and photos weren’t ready when I left Queenstown so ill head back tomorrow and pick them up but I just wanted you all to know that I did it and I’m still alive!:)
The video should be hilarious. Patrick Swayze in Point Break I certainly was not! Expect to see a very scared then ridiculously excited Greig with the video ending with me hugging and thanking both the camera man and my tandem master who must have thought I was an absolute nutter!:)
A huge thank you to my friends Ruth and Ozen who also did the jump with me. Ruth started crying as soon as she saw the plane but did the jump anyway. So brave. Well done Ruthie! We faced our fear and won!
Happy new year gang.
X
Starting 2015 off with a… Jump!
Well, the time has come! I have now booked my skydive and at 3pm on the 1st of January 2015 I will be jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft at 15,000ft! Aaahhhhhh! I still can’t believe I’m actually going to do this. It’s safe to say I am good combination of excited and absolutely petrified.
I have to say that the past month has made me realise that I really need to work on the way I cope with stress. Although travelling is not easy if haven’t really felt stressed since I started this adventure.
Last night was the first worry filled night I’ve had for a long time. My head is sore from itching it and I have the churning feeling in my stomach which seems to have also affected my mood and my energy levels. Apart from eczema, night sweating and feeling super emotional all the symptoms are there from my worst times with PTSD.
Although that may sound like I’m not coping very well I feel I am to a certain extent. For every moment I feel scared I remember how grateful I am to still be here and to have the opportunity to do this wonderful thing. I only wish I could control my fear up until the actual moment I do it and not a month in advance.
Yesterday I met with the business development manager of a skydiving company called Nzone. Nzone were the first company in the world to start tandem skydiving. I wrote to them to see if there was any chance they could perhaps give me a discount on my skydive. I received an email back from a guy called Derek who started off saying they get many requests like mine and are not always able to help everyone. He then went on to say that he really identified with my story and would like to meet to discuss.
I first thought this meeting would only be about what publicity the company would want me to do for them in return for a discount. Something I of course have no problem with. However, the meeting was so much more than that and it was only at the end Derek mentioned me writing about my story for the NewZealand.com website.
Derek identified with my story on a very personal level. He had lost his mum to cancer and has also had his fair share of anxiety related issues. After living in numerous cities around the world living a very stressful but financially successful life he gave it all up to live in the beautiful countryside of New Zealand where he could be in amongst nature and find peace. I think we must have chatted about pretty much everything.
It was so great to meet him. Here we were two guys, one from South Africa and one from the UK chatting over a coffee surrounded by the beautiful mountains of New Zealand. Both having shared similar experiences in life and both having gone out there and changed their life so they could feel happy again.
I think what Derek liked most about my story is that I had done something about my situation just like he did. Derek and Nzone then gave me my skydive for free.
I told him about my fear of heights and how scared I was and he replied “good”. It is about overcoming that fear and doing it anyway. That is what skydiving is about. He then gave me his business card with the most wonderful poem by the author Frank Herbert about fear.
I read this and then realised how true it is. Fear is the killer. The reason I chose to go on this trip was to feel happy again as I was so tired of being scared all the time. I saw what the fear of cancer did to my mind and body and how I then affected the people around me.
I know this situation is very different but the fear is exactly the same. I am going to do this and just before I jump I’m going to think back to September 10th 2010 when my worst fear came true and I was diagnosed with cancer again. Back then I would have given anything to believe that I would reach the year 2015 let alone start it with a skydive over my dream country of New Zealand.
I now say goodbye to the year 2014 which has turned out to be my most favourite and successful year ever. My success wasn’t measured by how much money I earned, (which was none) or what possessions I attained (hiking boots and a new camera) but has been measured by the amount of times I have felt happy, grateful and proud. Looking back it appears that I felt all of these things simultaneously on quite a few occasions.
Wishing you a very happy and healthy new year gang and I hope 2015 is your most successful year ever. Thank you so much for sharing this past year with me. You will never know just how much it has meant to me.
I’ll see you all when I land!:)
X
Oh..and here is the scene from the film Point Break that inspired me to do this. http://youtu.be/MoA17WOEtTU
Facing my second biggest fear
Coping Mechanisms
They say humans are born with only two innate fears. The rest of our fears are learned within the first six years of our life. We learn these fears via our own experiences or from the behaviour of others. Your fear of spiders no doubt comes from hearing one of your parents scream when they saw one in the bathroom!
I’m not sure when I first learned to be scared of heights. Maybe it was a TV show or maybe it was mum and dad telling me to get down from a tree because I could ‘seriously’ hurt myself. All I know is that other than cancer heights are the only thing that fill me with absolute stomach churning fear.
I’m not a big fan of falling either. The sensation of falling sends me into a panic I can’t seem to control until it’s over. Which I guess means I’m not controlling it at all.
In this photo I am jumping off the back of a small boat with my camera in my hand. The (warm) water is approximately 2 inches from the platform I’m standing on and judging by the look on my face you’d think I’d just jumped off the edge of a mountain without a rope. This is the look of absolute fear. It’s actually hilarious!:)
Thing #20 on my list is to Skydive. I have wanted to this ever since I watched the beautiful skydiving scene in the legendary film Point Break.
I had always saved this particular thing on my list for New Zealand. New Zealand has the highest skydive in the world (I might as well get my money’s worth) and the most beautiful scenery ever in the shape of the mountainous paradise of the South Island.
The only thing is I’m so scared it’s untrue. I don’t really have dreams anymore but I found that just before I left for New Zealand I started having nightmares about skydiving. When I think about sitting on the edge of the plane and jumping out my heart starts racing and my hands and feet start to sweat. For the past few weeks my itchy head has come back. I haven’t suffered from this since my worst periods with PTSD. I even drew blood the other day scratching it. I am also constantly biting my fingers. Not good.
Well here I am now in a beautiful little place called Cadrona near the skydiving and adrenalin mecca of Queenstown on the South Island.
Now, my reason for telling you this is to discuss my coping mechanisms with this kind of self made fear. I don’t actually have to do this thing on my list. None of you probably even know it is on my list so I could just slip away from NZ without doing it. The thing is I really want to do it because I want to prove to myself that I can.
Apart from breathing deeply and imagining how much I will enjoy it I keep telling myself that this can’t be worse than being told you have cancer. After all I’ve never heard anyone say that they didn’t enjoy a skydive and I can safely say that I’ve never heard anyone say that having cancer was a real hoot! 🙂
Unlike having cancer I really want to do a skydive. I think I’ll love it. So I keep telling myself that it will not be as bad as being told that I’m going to get my insides cut out and then have treatment that will make me feel horrendous for 6 months.
The strange thing about all this is that it’s not the fear of dying that bothers me as I don’t think I will but it’s more the fear of falling. The sensation I’ll feel when I jump out of the plane sends shivers up my spine.
It’s very similar of fear of cancer. It’s not dying that scares me, it’s the suffering that comes with the treatment.
So I’ve decided that I will do this thing on my list or ‘Thing X’ as Ruth and I have started calling it.
I am telling myself that to feel the joy of life after cancer you have to go through the pain that is the operations and the treatment. It’s a similar thing to skydiving. In order to feel the joy I have to jump out of the plane in the first place!
I’ve already faced and beaten my biggest fear twice so taking on my second biggest fear should be a doddle….shouldn’t it?:)
If anyone has any other coping techniques they’d like to share I’d love to hear them as would a lot of other people I can imagine.
X
My first week in New Zealand
I’ve now been in Middle Earth… sorry I mean New Zealand for just over a week now and although I am away from my family again at Christmas time I am having the most wonderful time.
I’ve made new friends, hung out with old friends, seen loads of Lord of the Rings stuff (the dream), seen beautiful mountains, paddled in the clear blue sea and seen first hand why everyone who visits this country falls completely in love it. I have done all this and I haven’t even see the legendary South Island yet.
On Tuesday Ruth and I headed up to a place called Rotorua in the north. Sadly Ruth had a funeral to go to so I went with her to keep her company and to share the driving.
Whilst we were there we saw a little bit of Rotorua which is next to a beautiful and huge Volcanic crater lake and sits on the geothermal hot spot of New Zealand. The smell of sulphur (rotten eggs) sweeps across the town and steam rises from the ground to the extent that people have pipes fitted in their gardens to allow the steam to escape.
The place is amazing and so beautiful. Just down the road is the geothermal wonderland of Wai-O-Tapu which is a scenic reserve of a huge area of surface thermal activity. Magma left over from earlier eruptions runs beneath the ground.
This place is so beautiful with bright green lakes, sulphur and spurting mud pools. Nature in all it’s amazing glory. I’ll probably be heading back through here after I visit the South Island.
On Sunday I met with my Raleigh international friend Kirsty who I volunteered with in Costa Rica and now lives in Wellington. It was so great to see her.
I later went for dinner at Ruth’s mum’s house who lives in the most amazing location on the side of a hill facing the ocean. Ruth and her mum Joanne are actually related to Lord of the Rings director Peter Jackson and Joanne’s house is actually Peter’s childhood home. It was quite surreal to see family photos of Peter everywhere. Joanne was so lovely and made the best lamb I have ever tasted. Fingers crossed I’ll be invited around again!
Ruth treated me to a tour around the incredible WETA studios where she works where films like The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, King Kong and Avatar were made. Ruth actually helped make most of those films.
This tour was something I’ve been dreaming of doing for years and it was even better than I expected. I got to see actual props and costumes used in the films as well as a tour around the Weta Cave. I was in heaven. I also bumped into a lovely couple called Tom and Barbara who I met in Western Australia a few months ago. It was so lovely to see them.
I have been made to feel so welcome since arriving here in NZ. Even the crazy Wellington weather has been good to me. This is my second Christmas in a row away from my family but I am so lucky to have Lisa and Ruth who are doing everything to make me feel like I am at home. Ruth even bought a Christmas tree especially for me coming here. It’s just amazing and as my mum and dad always say….I am a very lucky boy.
X
This post is dedicated to the families of those who were killed or injured in the extremely sad and heartbreaking accident that happened in Glasgow.
Wishing you all a very safe and Merry Christmas
X
The 12 days of Christmas
(Really bad Christmas singing)
In Sydney there is a beautiful church called St Mary’s which has the most wonderful light show illuminated onto it every night. Most people just stand there in silence marvelling at it’s beauty. Not me and Vicki Connerty though (Vicki only realised I was filming half way through). We just couldn’t help ourselves and had to sing along. So this is us singing along to the light show with me trying to read and keep up with the words to the 12 Days of Christmas!
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE and remember… it’s calling birds… not talking birds!:)
X