Whitley with its high street closed, and a marquee erected on the roadway. E and I buy roasted chestnuts cooked to near-charcoal in a small Belling oven. The chestnut man is adjusting the gas flow using a pair of pliers, because the oven has baked its plastic knobs off.
Earlier we stood in line for a couple of crepes, which we ate outside The Bedroom, listening to the Shiremoor Salvation Army Band carolling Christmas round and round in the mileage of brass fluting of its tubas, trumpets, trombones and horns.
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