Tamar Bridge by night

It's Grandma's funeral the day after tomorrow, so Mum and Dad and Paul and I drove from Warwickshire to Cornwall (where she lived) after tea this evening.

I particularly asked Dad not to stop driving while I took the shot. It really describes how things have been lately, non-stop and weird.

It was about half past 11 at night when we crossed the bridge, we didn't get to bed til just after midnight. It was a long and difficult and odd day.