This time last year we were home, wet, miserable and fed up. The annual late night event in Pocklington had pretty much been rained off, ruining what was, in our first year, a lovely night with fairground rides, local shops open till 9 and serving drinks and nibbles and everyone having fun.
But this year all was good. We had real snow on the ground, fake snow being squirted out at various points around the place, Santa was in his grotto and the real reindeer were in their pens. The town was packed. I forgot my camera. Again.
All in all a very good night for Pocklington