In the early 1950s my Mum took me and my sister to Lewis's in Birmingham to see Father Christmas, we were so excited.
We queued in a the Toy Department and then a few of us were taken into a small room which had a sleigh in it. We sat in the sleigh and heard bells ringing and the sleigh moving a bit (perhaps that is my imagination).Then the door on the other side of the sleigh opened and we had arrived in Lapland to meet Father Christmas . It was just magical and I truly believed I had been on a sleigh ride and had arrived in a foreign snowy land.
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.