Glenisla gate

End of a lovely weekend in Angus's most secluded glen. The young lads loved roughing it in tents, the oldies loved swilling cask-strength whisky long into the night.

Despite numerous threats to the teens, we didn't make them do, Tell us a story, sing us a song or show us your bum, a long tradition in this Auchenleish household.

They got off lightly. Still, there's always next time...