Fingers freezing, toes a-tingling, but our valiant group braved the fierce outdoors to play a selection of carols in the High Street (just before Neeld Hall.) Proceeds went towards Springboard.There was even a red-nosed horse accompanied by Father Christmas that trotted by to listen to a rousing rendition of Rudolph. *<:o) Little Donkey was thought too insulting for the noble beast.
Braving the cold to play jolly carols. I think we succeeded in bringing a little cheer to the tired shoppers, and also a little something to our chosen charity of the season as proceeds went towards Springboard.