8 Mar 2011
Justin Connolly, the Manchester Evening News – October 2008
‘‘Finn pushes the door open and hesitates before shuffling in. And there he is before us, red coat hanging by a hook on the wall, white beard cascading down his chest, lit only by the dancing flames of a wood-burning stove. Wrapped presents are piled high in the corner. I daren’t breathe in case I break the spell. It was really him. I’m sure of it, and so is Finn.’’