Over the bridge

The rainy journey up north for a BBQ. The weather looked ominous. And just over the bridge the clouds collapsed into torrential rain.

The windscreen wipers were going so fast that I thought they were going to take off. And that still wasn't fast enough.

We got to Newtyle to meet my brothers, partners and cousins (partners and cousins are not the same, I'll add - that would just be wrong! Oh, and it's just the cousins that live up there! The brothers were driving up in convoy) and the rain went off. Just in time for a BBQ.

And what a BBQ. I was still full at 2am when I went to bed. A good catch up.