So, every year on Boxing Day there’s a Pram Race in Windlesham (where my Grandmother’s from). It’s been going for about 40 years (I think), and it’s one of those glorious small village traditions. Essentially it’s hundreds of people running around the village pubs in fancy dress, collecting money for local charities and working off the Christmas indulgences. Some of the prams are incredible (check out the Spitfire in the photos), and one of these years I’ll get around to organising a pram.

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