Dec 26 1889, Guildford, West Australia.
Our first Christmas in the Swan colony was so very different to those I remember from England, yet I find myself growing most fond of this strange land.
Christmas day found the weather extremely hot. My brother, Bertrand; my fiancee, Mr Ridley Dunning and myself had all been invited to supper with our neighbours. Mr and Mrs Wallace have become true friends rather than mere neighbours. They arrived from England six years ago and still very much understand the love we have of the festive season. We were greatly looking forward to our evening with them.
The surprises began early when Ridley arrived before we had eaten breakfast. I hadn’t expected him until luncheon so was most excited to see him. He arrived in a covered carriage carrying the largest picnic hamper you have ever seen. He then produced beautifully wrapped gifts. Such finesse for a man! We opened our gifts over breakfast. I received a fabulous opal broach set in a gold mount. Truly unexpected. I believe I am truly blessed to have such a man by my side.
Ridley then insisted we embark upon his surprise journey. Bertrand became awash with excitement. I was so glad of the distraction, this being our first Christmas since Father died.
We travelled up the riverbank for a while then turned in to the most delightful open grassed area. There, on a spot beside the water under a large willow tree, we set up our picnic.
Ridley had prepared cold chicken sandwiches and potted pork in aspic, with egg salad and lettuce on the side. He followed this with a delicious strawberry tart. All his own work, he told me. I was most impressed.
Across the river we spied grape vines growing on taught wires stretched across grassy paddocks. Ridley informed us that the owners were making wine. Very good wine apparently. Then, like magic, he produced a bottle. How delightful it was, and so refreshing in the heat.
We had a gorgeous day. Bertrand took off his shoes and paddled in the river. I could barely muster any energy in the heat, but grew more relaxed as the day progressed.
An added surprise was seeing some kangaroos. They came out of the bushes not fifty yards from where we sat. The oddest of animals, they have large hind legs and use them to hop along at terrific speeds. This was turning into the oddest Christmas day, but I was enjoying it.
We set off for home as the sun began to lower. It remained so hot that I burned my hand on the carriage seat.
Ridley drove us directly to our neighbours. His strange grin should have warned me of further secrets to be revealed, but I was so hot I just needed to get out of the sun.
Upon entering the house I was quite taken aback. We were treated to the most amazing sight. A huge fir tree held pride of place, laden with colourful candles, ribbons and baubles. An ornately set out table bore intricate decorations, more candles and a Yule log covered with palm tree fronds in place of holly.
And in the corner, in all that heat, Mrs Wallace had made up the biggest fire her grate could handle. It looked wonderful and so reminded me of home. The only thing missing was the winter cold.
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