Hats were not needed by this family on the slopes of Ilkley Moor on Boxing Day. The sun shone on the sledging and created long shadows of Mary Jane and family a few years after the cooartin’. 
Escaping the fatal cowd a black hat was now covering the bald spot and thee will not need buryin’.
Given the weather it was too cold for t’worms too cum and eat thee oop but with all the poultry eaten over the holidays there is no telling who will be getting their oahn back.

Well back to a Turkey sandwich for lunch.

Read about Ilkley in Spring On Top of Ilkley