“Family traditions are what being a family is all about”
Seeing the lights at Waddesdon Manor is becoming a bit of a family tradition; not purposefully it’s just happening that way.
This year was no different as this beautiful manor house revealed its latest Bruce Munro installation – Field of Lights.
Timing is all important when you’re heading off to see the winter lights; too early and the children have peaked before it’s dark enough for the lights to be stunning. Too late & Little Mister is grumpy and his legs go on strike!
I think we got it about right. We arrived at nearly 4pm to find this beautiful, French Renaissance-style château & gardens lit up like, well Christmas!
We wandered along the Christmas market where the smells of hot dogs, onions, mulled wine and hot chocolate all intermingled. “Take a deep breath kids” I said, “this is what Christmas smells like!”
There are smells that take me back to a time and a place in an instant. I hope this salty, sweet, slighty spicy smell instantly transports by children back to their childhood; reminding them of their family Christmases in years to come…!
We then wandered around the Field of Lights. Over 9,000 stems of light ‘blooms’ are planted around the Aviary Glade. The blooms change colour, giving a lovely sweeping affect across the gardens & makes the walkway and the views of the gardens really beautiful.
This was beautiful but, I have to say, not as stunning or interactive as previous years. But hey, isn’t that what tradition is all about? Doing something again & again, comparing, critiquing & still agreeing to do it again the following year even if you don’t like it?!
We attempted to take a family selfie, which against the field of lights and only a hand-held camera phone didn’t deliver the best quality photo. I know it’s grainy, Little Mister is barely in the photo and we all look like zombies, but it’s a photo I’ll always treasure.
I’m sure in years to come, when the children are older, they’ll put up a fuss about going to see the lights at Waddesdon Manor, they’ll be too cool to ‘hang’ with their folks. But I hope their protests will be a bit like my family tradition about eating the Christmas turkey…Christmas wouldn’t be the same without it!
I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.