I love Christmas markets. I love the festive colours, the smell of spices wafting from the stalls, the sound of carols issuing from tinny speakers... I love mulled wine, and Christmas crafts, and seeing families strolling around them and marvelling at everything they sell. I love the excited buzz surrounding them.
So when I was in London a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't miss a trip to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. My expectations were high, especially as I'd visited a couple of years before and loved it.
Sorry, but I was disappointed.
It's not that all the things I love weren't there. They were. There was mulled wine in abundance. There were couples and families browsing the stalls and going on the rides, and everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time. So why wasn't I?