New Wheels

My good friend, B, took H and I for a spin in his new car.
One of those swanky nice ones that looks smaller on the outside than it does on the inside. A Tardis if you will.
We went out to Loch Lomond, after dark, in the hope of finding somewhere nice to sit and blether/watch the water. After being convinced there was an axe murderer sitting two benches away from us at Lomond Shores, we drove further West, towards Luss. H convinced us that it was a lovely little village - during the day time.

Not so much at night, it would seem.
Still - I don't think I've ever laughed so much through fear before.

Cheers.