White Rocks

A longer than needed drive back last night. The M6 was shut near Wigan. It was one of those particularly British detours... Sign.... Sign.... Sign... Ah, you're in the town centre now. Excellent, a roundabout. No more signs for you...

A lazy start and then over to Millom where 6 of us grabbed the best of the days weather.
My journey was only slightly marred by the idiot in a large white van who decided to take a straight line through a bend and smash my electric wing mirror to smithereens. Still, it's only plastic, metal and glass, could have been a whole lot worse.