The Ice Cream Man

Some music to get you in the mood for a 99

...not that I am for a moment suggesting that our ice cream man is selling anything but ice cream! He only comes to our estate on a Sunday now. He used to come twice a day, every day. Maybe global cooling has something to do with his decline.

The Winstones ice cream factory is rather whimsically located on the top of Rodborough common! I must go up there in warmer weather for a blip 'n' cone! The wind has turned around and is trying to blow an Atlantic gale, but if you're in most parts of the UK, you already know that! Happy Sunday, what is left.

The ice cream van orchestra

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