Freres Jacques

We were on the road today, down visiting the relatives in Nottingham for a week. The journey was fine up until Scotch Corner and then little man decided that he would cry for the rest of the way - cue Dad singing Freres Jacques ad nauseum (whilst at the same time worrying if my pronunciation was correct!).

Was hoping to capture another gloomy service station view (and we were in a lot of them), but going for a bright one instead.

Other than Freres Jacques the car was filled with the sound of Ricahrd Skelton one of last year's favourites.