Stag!

This afternoon we headed down to Alnmouth for my friend F's stag weekend (bachelour party). Yes, I know what you're thinking, I'm female therefore can't go on a stag do. He decided that instead of the usual drunken crawl round a city visiting establishments of ill repute (or whatever it is that normally happens), he wanted to celebrate his last days of freedom with his close friends, irrespective of gender, somewhere in the countryside.

We stopped at the English border to check a poorly tyre before heading on and enjoying the rest of the day.