Minions and millions

Or at least what felt like millions at the Bury St Edmunds Christmas markets.
We were like penguins as we shuffled our way through the Abbey Gardens, luckily the crowds eased once we'd made our way to the other side of town.
Anya took the opportunity to shout her pressie requests at a charity Father Christmas in the street. She wasn't so keen on the carousel ride but soon cheered up with a balloon.
A quick trip to Grandma & Grandad H's for a cuppa on the way home followed by a celebratory birthday meal with my family.

(Extra photo of Grandad T, Anya & Nanny enjoying the festivities)