Boxing Day begins with a good lie-in, and I don’t get out of bed until after 10.30am. My wife’s youngest son and his wife furnish us with cups of tea/coffee and then prepare a fabulous cooked breakfast. Present opening resumes (for our youngest granddaughter, who has more new toys than you can shake a stick at), and then my wife’s sons suggest trying out my wife’s new kayak (which she received for her birthday last week). I’m not feeling like doing very much (as usual – my mood isn’t great at the moment) but I know my wife is itching to try out her present, so I go with the flow. My wife and I drive back to Southrepps to collect her kayak, and then meet the rest of the family at the River Bure at Mayton bridge. Following a little bit of messing about on the water (my wife and her two sons – I remain on dry land because I’m struggling with balance issues at the moment), my wife and her eldest son decide to paddle the kayak downriver to Horstead Watermill, so the rest of us travel there by car to meet them. They make it there just before it starts to get dark, and my wife is really pleased with her birthday present, so that’s the main thing!
We pack the kayak away into its carrying bag, and then drive to my wife’s parent’s house in Worstead for more festive food and exchanging of gifts.
It’s 10.30pm by the time we get home – just enough time to quaff a beer before heading off to bed.