Poorly little fox

We had an appointment with Father Christmas this morning at Polhill Garden Centre. We met her friend E and his mum there and the children actually got a private audience with the main man. It was lovely.

Afterwards, L and I went to E’s house where his mum made us all some lunch and the children played for much of the afternoon.

We spotted this rather mangy fox along the back wall of their garden.

At bedtime L said that the best thing about seeing Father Christmas was that E was there too. So very sweet.