Sometimes I get to party in the kinds of places which feature in my books.
Sunday was just such a day.
There were twelve of us singing carols around the piano. A table groaning with food.
And views from the upper terrace of the sun setting over the London skyline, which were completely breathtaking.
A sky on fire. (If you look closely, you can see the faint outline of the Eye).
And here's the view from downstairs. Me posing with a bauble to get a suitable seasonal shot. "Beside the lake, beneath the trees" - or should that be: Beside the tree, above the river?