Today I wanted to escape from the madness which surrounds the build up to Christmas.
I wanted nothing of packed shops, thronging crowds and the ringing of tills.
I had braved the supermarkets yesterday so the cupboards are full, and I just have to buy a few last minute fresh groceries tomorrow.
Today I wanted to take time out with himself. I wanted to leave the world of commercialism behind, to walk along the shores of Carlingford Lough, through the narrow village streets, and to sit outside drinking hot chocolate with the dog. That is what we did and it was good.
The village, normally busy with day trippers, was quiet and Paul Henry clouds hovered above The Mournes.