This has become a little yearly ritual for us now. Father Christmas was present on the Rotary Club float. Sadly, I think the Munchkin is now a little too old to invest the same meaning in this as he used to, if you get my drift, but was not averse to posing for the annual photo and taking a chocolate in return for a donation. Each year, he gets closer to the top of the float!
This scene always plays out on the second Saturday of the month,when there is also a farmers' market in the town. This time, it seemed extra festive.
Wandering round with a hot mulled cider was a treat.
After a good look round the street market and picking up some thrifty goodies, we headed off for the moochy area around St Michaels.
After a lovely day, we headed back via another local town which as the sky turned dimpsy, was also looking very pretty.
I love this nativity scene which is arranged every year at the town hall.
Back at our cosy cottage, is was time to get on with some festive decorating. Mr HenHouse is always in charge of the lights.
It was soon looking like a sweet little grotto and time for a celebration.