When the children were young (up to being teenagers), it was our tradition to do a Boxing Day walk up on Derwent Edge. It was mostly always cold, sometimes snow on the ground (spot the mountain hare) but we always went, with sandwiches, soup, coffee and pockets full of Quality Street. Then, the offspring mounted a rebellion - they had got to the stage where they would go but not willingly and then they just decided they wouldn't go at all, even with Quality Street thrown in! (bolshie little blighters!). So if we weren't expecting company we would go on our own (the wilderness years ?). Now, of course, they descend on us and after lunch, guess what - "why don't we go for a walk? We've brought our boots!" (when all I want to do is veg out on the sofa!) We may not manage it today, as everyone is running late, it seems, so we are just enjoying the peace and quiet.