Jock and George bundle us onto the coach and off to Brixlegg to a candle factory.
"Have ye found any aiggs?" asked Jock. She did...
"There's some interestingly shaped candles..." George warned us!
There were too! Burning one would have brought tears to my eyes...
Jock was sweeping out. "Anyone bringing bits o' grit in again will get such a slap!" he warned with mock ferocity. We all did - there was so much about on the snow-covered pavements.
