I booked to take the grands to have breakfast with Santa at Barton Watermill this morning but after yesterday's deluge of snow it was looking doubtful that we would make it.
We telephoned to check that they were open and that the roads were passable and took the plunge!
It truly looked like winter wonderland and all the fake snow that was sprayed around the Mill was covered in a thick layer of the real thing. The mill pond was frozen solid and there was no sign of the ducks.
It was such a shame because they'd got loads of bookings for the breakfast but it turned out there were only three families that made it and one of those was some friend of ours. We were ushered into the restaurant were the children had a lovely cooked breakfast and there were home baked mince pies for us grown ups and then the man himself joined us and read stories to the children as they ate.
Excuse her rudeness .... I didn't realise she was doing this!
Ellie then turned the tables and read a story to Santa before we went back to his little cabin to get Charlie's present .... on the way there DD1 remarked that we were going to were Santa lived in his grotto .... Charlie piped up no Lala he lives at the North Pole silly! Never argue with a 3 year old ;-)
dropped off safely as close to home as I could .... they live at the bottom of a cul-de-sac which is impossible to get in or out of at the moment so the sledge came in really handy.