Out into the night we went where we found creatures prowling and swirly fudge laden stalls. Dragon snapped their jaws open and skeletons played the drums.
Eyes wide open, better not blink for you will miss the unicorn and her dancing angel partner. Devils bowed before us and men breathed fire with an almighty whoosh.
More sweeties and a huge sugar rush and by lamp light we encountered an explosion of Father Christmases. Winter in Cheshire at its best.