Almost Homeward Bound

We've left Scotland and the Inner Hebrides, and journeyed down to Harrowgate to meet up with Sheol's cousin, John. That inevitably meant we headed into town for a meal and drinks. And as inevitably we ended up with one of the Islay malts. A Laphroaig this time, and not bad at all.

However, it was a long 365 mile ride down, and being tired and now slightly re-whisky'd it was almost midnight before I realised I'd taken no picture today. But at this time of year, even at almost midnight there is light enough for a silhouette of the trees behind the bedroom I was happy to collapse in.