An unexpected journey

A phone call resulting in a trip up to Dundee for a gathering at P and L's house. By the time we headed off and then got stuck in a queue of traffic for around 40 minutes waiting to cross the Tay Bridge there wasn't much time left for conversation let alone a photograph before we all had to head back home. Unfortunately we got back in time to catch the football on the TV to discover my team were already two goals down after 10 minutes. One supporter at the game was so digusted with the performance that he lobbed his scotch pie onto the pitch in protest. I didn't think the pies at Cappielow were as bad as that, although the home team's performance certainly left a bad taste in the mouth.