The north wind doth blow.

Pater had a yearning to visit some monoliths. So he consulted and searched and one Saturday, when the wind was blowing very hard indeed, we went to Arbor Low.

It is very impressive, it's a bank and ditch with a henge in the middle, plus a burial mound in the next field. Difficult to give it our full attention as we were trying to avoid being blown away. But good nonetheless.

Aso younger sibling happened on a hare, which is truly magical when visiting a prehistoric site.

I'll give it to someone special

As a special treat we went on the steam train to see Father Christmas. Although first born is nearly too big, we wanted to make the most of it whilst younger sibling was still full of enthusiasm.

It was a lovely day for it, with even a little bit of snow on the ground, steam trains are so exciting, and there was a mince pie and some sherry for the elderly parents, oh the decadence of having sherry at half past ten in the morning.

We had such good fun, we fancy doing it all over again next year.

This Year to Save me from Tears,

We made it to Christmas eve, and pater decided that we should buy the lunch from Bury Market. So off we went, fearing the worst, but pleasantly suprised by the ease with which this was done.

We very much enjoyed the brass band whilst having a stop at Costa coffee.

Then it was over to Wigan to go for a pub lunch with grandad, all good fun. See. Tufty pater hair and stern expression from grandad. But we were actually having a very good time.