At Least it Didn't Rain

Participated in the strange British ritual tonight whereby people abandon their warm, fully kitted out kitchens, and the males take meat and various other bits out into the freezing cold and stand about drinking beer and choking in smoke while they constantly turn said meat over and over. Small boy runs in and out, hands red from the cold and black from who knows what. Females try to keep newborn warm, and assuage their hunger with glasses of wine. When the meat is all quite black, they bring it inside and we all balance plates on laps while small boy chucks rice at newborn sister...

Great fun.

(Barbecue built by the two pictured here, with bricks from demolished chimney breast in our bedroom.)