A bright day, if cold:
The chapel and main house were well decked-out with greenery:
And tables were laid in the long gallery for a fine festive feast:
Although the Christmas tree at the end was rather un-Tudor:
Outside, it was cold enough for the ornamental pond to be slightly frozen:
While inside, the dining room (whose table was upstairs) was set up ready for a family Christmas:
Back in the great hall, the Lord of Misrule had been crowned, and was enjoying a feast of his own:
Sadly, even the non-alcoholic mulled wine, drunk in front of a log fire in the boot-room, wasn't enough to keep me warm for the entire day, so I had to skip most of the afternoon's festivities.