Off out are we?
Well, I shall expect several fishy biscuits before you go.
That's it, keep 'em coming.
It's 12:23 and we've arrived.
Very Christmassy.
Aiyeeee! There's millions of shoppers.
Modern local chef on mobile 'phone wanders through Dickensian Players gripping drama oblivious.
Caught red-handed eating summat unhealthy (Gloucester Old Spot Sausage and Onion Roll). Nice.
Helter Skelter jaunty angle jobbie.
Dogs waiting patiently for a tasty morsel.
They did get something eventually.
Our second cuppa tea to keep us going for the journey home.
You can't have a Christmas Fairground without some Gallopers.
Emma the Labradoodle makes friends with the Dickensian Players.
It's 3:30-ish and we're taking the long way back to the car park to avoid the crowds.
What time do you call this? 4:15?
Where's me scran?
Mmmmmm, Ocean Fish. Tasty.
They should go out more often.
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