Christmas Eve sunset over the Minarets
Waking up on Christmas morning to total peace is, if your family is anything like mine, novel. Looking down at the Tasman Glacier, still gurgling away, made quite a change from looking through the mists of a hangover, and before long the kettle was boiling and Christmas breakfast was on the go, consisting of:
Breakfast
Pan-fried chipolatas with sweet chilli sauce
Haricot beans in tomato sauce
Scrambled eggs
Focaccia
Real Ceylon tea
Laden down by packs and full stomachs, we sauntered back to the car park, had some lunch, and drove back into the village to recover. After a shady incident involving an exploding stove in the public shelter, we showered and went up to the Hermitage for a lazy afternoon staring at Mt Cook, Mt Sefton and the cloudless sky. And so ended an excellent and unusual Christmas.
