With this little kitten we weren’t sure about a Christmas tree but then decided to get one after all, and for a Christmas tree, we like to go to the Christmas barn in Appleton.
Appleton is one of my favourite villages. It’s on a rise, the other side of the Thames from us, and it has a charming little old world sort of feeling.
I think that the Christmas barn is a regular working farm for the rest of the year, but at Christmas time, it’s turned it into a Christmas market.
I love the trees in England. The varieties are so different from the noble spruce I favour in Vancouver. Here we usually get the traditional Norway spruce.
I like to get a tree as tall as possible, and so head to the tall tree section.
And then I look at the price…and have to double it for a Canadian price comparison…yikes…and decide that maybe we don’t have to get the tallest one after all!
While Robert and the man helping us got ready to cut off the bottom few inches from our chosen tree, I had a little peek at the front of the barn and the Christmas market.
So many pretty, sparkly things. I can’t wait to get our tree home and decorate it.
Unfortunately, on the way home we got stuck in a typical English country traffic jam, but happily, the slow driver pulled over as soon as she could and let us pass. 😀