Who'd a' thunk it.

With a brace of sprogs and decent weather what better way to use some of the time than at a park. I say "A" park on the strength of the fact that Sheffield appears to have about one park for every 100 or so inhabitants.
I'll eventually be reminded where we saw "Rasta Clause"  :¬O and add it. It's pretty motley on account of both his distance and the dark in his little "Grotty". BTW - those, apparently, waist-length ropes were actually HUGE Dread-locks.
Extra - 1 = Dream-time. The household had an elderly cat and another brace of recent kittens which the afore-mentioned sprogs took great delight in to such an extent that, when "released" they relaxed to the full.
Extra - 2 = The Real Santa snuck in sufficiently early that we were able to shoot proof of his passing, though forgetting to track him with NORAD.
Location is, of course, VERY approx.