Pick and mix

A grey day. I went into the garden in the drizzle with the daily rations for the birds and I’m sure a robin must be waiting for me now. I heard a rustle in the hedge, spotted it and he/she was having breakfast before I was back at the door.

Ambleside never (to me) seems as festive as some other villages and towns at Christmas but I always hope at a weekend to catch some singers or a band or even a group of people with Santa hats on. No luck while I was on the streets today so I give you a shop front.