Or Slow You Down as the sign says as you enter Wiverton. Below is the windmill at Cley next the Sea, no longer next the sea but in possession of several impressively desolate miles of reed beds, dykes and marshes.
A hat with plaits. I saw three of these on my Christmas day walk alone. We nodded of course, but really should have waved our tassels.
28th Dec 2008, 16:30
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Look, I didn't buy nephew number two the santa bib, or dress him in it. So you can't blame me for the inevitable cute picture. By the way, number two and I are now firm friends.
Getting over the grey clouds for Christmas lunch.
Or re-enacting The Birds.
At the Ravenglass and Eskdale railway. Note man in gold shoes- not santa but definitely special.