TUMBY: There used to be a windmill there at the end of the promenade you know, Bert.
TUMBY: Oh Yeah. Big one too. Proper one, you know.
ME: What happened to it?
TUMBY: Billy Butlin knocked it down to build the amusement park. Wanker.
PEGGY: Best thing he ever did.
TUMBY: Whad’ya mean? That amusement park was shite. Still is.
PEGGY: I know. But… I just hate windmills. They give me the creeps.
TUMBY: You hate windmills? How can a windmill give you the creeps? They’re lovely old things.
PEGGY: No they’re not. They’re creepy *shudders*
TUMBY: You’re mad. I grew up here with that windmill. I used to sell matches in front of it and do tricks for the holiday-makers. Charley Ferris used to be out front of it with his monkey. I climbed it once for a bet.
ME: What, the monkey?
TUMBY: No, you top hat. The windmill. I fell off and cracked me coccyx.
PEGGY: See? Windmills are evil. Sinister, dark horrible things. Best thing Billy Butlin ever did.
TUMBY: Blimey, Peggy, what was Camberwick Green, then, a horror movie?
PEGGY: (laughs) It bloody was to me!
TUMBY: You mad old bint!
ME: I’ve got to go, you two. See you later. Hope your ankles go down, Peggy.
PEGGY: Some hope. See ya, Bert