Off on our holidays

Picked up McC from his gaff, though not without first having a guided tour of his policies. Then off to pick up some scran at that Gyle before the rendezvous with Big Phil and MrT at Carfraemill to sup a couple of beers. Heineken 0% alc for the drivers of course. And then the long miles to Greenlaw. They weren’t that long at all but driving in the dark on unfamiliar roads with a procession of local cars up yer arse, desperate to get home, isn’t so comfortable. Phil and I agreed: it’s a young man’s game, the night driving.
But then we settled in with our socks and snacks, and did what we do best. Yep, talk talk talk, glug glug glug.