St. Fillan Clouds

You'd think picking a weekend in the middle of June to pop up to a friend's caravan would cut down the chances of the weather being crap. But there you go.

This was the view from the aforementioned caravan as we camped up in there most of the day to catch up on news, eat chilli and drink beer.

We did manage to get out under some umbrellas for a short walk up to the local 'Stags Head' (no apostrophe required) for some more socialising, though mainly because we'd (I'd) drunk the weekend's supply of beer.