We carried on as planned, and went to the beach for a surf (for T - I walked). The beach was pretty quiet. But it was 7.30am, on a grey, cold (relatively speaking!) Christmas Day morning.
It seemed very surreal, and it was only the great number of Christmas hats being worn (by both humans and dogs) which bought me back to which day it was.
We met up with family on the beach, and because it was so hot by the stage, we all jumped in the sea.
We had gone home, meaning to try the roasting tin for size, but got wrapped up in preparations for Christmas Eve night, and forgotten all about it...
We did however have another tin which was slightly larger and, thankfully, was able to fit the turkey.
We ate our Christmas dinner outside to a backdrop of thunder and torrential rain.
TV, turkey, being full - no matter which country in, somethings always seem to stay the same for us!