But what could be better than doing what we seem to do endlessly on this mountain farm? Wall building.
And this one, being festive and we really have a lot of cooking and eating to do, is the smallest and most modest of all.
A quick go with the mattock to dig out a small channel, and the then scrabble about for some decent small rocks to make a wall.
I actually wanted to link the serious stone wall from the track above the orchard to the plum bank. Where once a magnificent wall once stood.
It is one layer high. No more. And eventually, over the course of the year, when I come across flat stones, I shall add another layer.
If you squint you can see that Artur joined us for the festivities. But I refuse to take any more pictures of him this week. He has Been Monopolising. As usual.
Merry Christmas to you all.