Waking up on Christmas morning to total peace is quite a novelty. Looking down at the Tasman Glacier, still gurgling away, made a pleasant change from staring through the mists of my more usual festive hangover, and before long we had the kettle on the boil and Christmas breakfast ready to go, consisting of:
Pan-fried chipolatas with sweet chilli sauce
Haricot beans in tomato sauce
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. 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 most unusual Christmas.