Oak Harvest Moon

Somebody had a very busy and very tiring day, starting at Attingham Park with a visit to see Father Christmas. It was lovely and really well thought out.
We entered through a huge wardrobe full of fur coats as though we were stepping into Narnia and on the other side walked into a room of festive games and trees covered in shiny baubles as well as being given elf names. Then it was off to see the man himself to get a present that "will tell Father Christmas when you're asleep". Owen was completely nonplussed, the only thing he didn't enjoy was sitting on the big man's lap.

That done we headed on over to Telford for a look at the Christmas Market and eat sausages. Owen was loving walking about on his own (attached to his reins) and even more trying to chase pigeons. Then after that it was over to Ironbridge for a Victorian Christmas fayre.
All that and I didn't even get a mulled wine.