Bonkers

The rest of the UK sits basking in 22 degrees of sunshine.

Determined not to miss out, the chaps decide to stage a barbecue while Shetland shivers in 6 degrees of relative grey indifference.

That's Ian C, Richard P and good old Jim L hanging around pretending to be warm in their fleeces and hoods, and trying to coax the barbecue temperature above a measly 140 degrees.

I shouldn't take the mick, because I did actually indulge myself in the chicken that Richard was cooking, and it weren't half that bad - although we did it indoors!