So we bought Halloween treats yesterday in preparation for the onslaught of trick-or-treaters willing to brave walking up the hill that is Windmill Rise – those that know ‘the hill’ will agree it takes not insignificant fortitude and strong mountain goat tendancies to take it on – so we wanted to be sure that those with these qualities were rewarded at the summit like last year.
But no-one turned up.
Not one tiny knock at the door.
…although this does mean that we have a bulk bag of Haribos and 10 mini bags of Maltesers to get through…
Aha! Who’s having the last laugh (and a mild sugar headache) now?