And then I visited the local museum to get out of the wind.
I'm not very keen on these papier-mâché creatures by Julie Arkell... too whimsical and fey for me. (Okay, I admit, I'm the one gasping, "£60 for a papier mâché toadstool!"
Why would you even want a papier mâché toadstool?)
But they are part of a little exhibition of local people's favourite toys ... and I was rather more charmed by a display of battered old teddy bears, kissed half to death, and dolls' houses made by clever dads. That reminded me of a bungalow made by my clever grand-dad for Christmas, 1960. I wonder whatever happened to it.