We are in Newcastle. Apart from the one near miss that left my legs shaking with adrenalin, it was a pleasant drive up. The evening sun bathed everything in yellow and the large skies reminded me of driving in America.
When we got to 3, The Alders, Bob poured the strongest gin & tonics ever and I had to keep diluting mine. We managed to polish off this bottle of blackberry, however, together with much of a second. The blackberry fizzed, which I like, but I am please it didn't explode whilst I was going seventy miles an hour. That would have been messy and dangerous.