There's nothing quite like the so-thick-with-anticipation-you-can-cut-it-with-a-knife buzz that this time of year radiates. Comparable only to the joy that packs the air in the happiest place on earth (because, trust me, you can't walk around a Disney park without flashing a mega-watt smile with every pace - it's infectious), Christmas puts a spring in the step of everyone (I might be stretching it - let's go with a huge proportion of the people) it touches.
From around mid-November, Nottingham's Old Market Square comes alive with groups of people helping to put together the city's Christmas market; a flurry of activity busies itself around the base of a - pretty humongous - Christmas tree, which is later strung with baubles, only matched (and then some) in size by the glitzily-gaudy numbers that find themselves dotted around the wooden huts that arrive emblazoned with words like 'Fresh Chips' and 'Mushy Peas' (we've got our priorities right). Then up pops the Helter Skelter, it's flag waving merrily in the autumn air, filling passer-by's thoughts with 'it's nearly here'-ness, before work is started on the 30m ice-skating rink - home to terrific-twirls, swirling-slides, and flat-on-your-face-falls aplenty (the latter of which I'm adept at) - and the bright-as-they-come Carousel, replete with plinky-plonky music, nestles into it's spot, towered over by the Christmas-decoration-adorned façade of the Council House.
Deck the halls
After making my way over to, and through, Bird in Borrowed Feathers Winter Market - which I'll fill you in on soon - I wasn't quite ready to take the trip back across town to an empty apartment (let me point out I'm making this sound far-lengthier than it actually is - more like a 5 minute walk), so I thought I'd wander slowly through the Christmas-crowds (I was surprised by how busy it was for a Sunday, especially as it was near-on 4pm; see what I mean about Christmas? It brings out the people!) to have a gander at what was on offer.
However, I got a little more than caught-up in the Yuletide atmosphere, and - instead of browsing the stalls - spent the majority of the time I was there happily snapping away at the sights, getting only glimpses here-and-there of the wares for sale. Thus another visit will be paid this week, when I fancy a break away from the screen (it's time to start another essay over at Tori's Tales HQ!), and am keen to indulge in some festive-frolicking!