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.

No-one.

Not one tiny knock at the door.

Complete silence.

Damn…

…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?