The British BBQ

Over the last two days we have experienced the extremes of British barbecuing. On Saturday Jonny set up some smoke signals as the sun died away. We had also been to Dunham Massey and enjoyed watching the young deer. It was warm and relaxing; very chilled.
And then there was Sunday. Yesterday we went to another one - an ambitious, all afternoon and evening affair, lots of children, lots of people and so on. And it rained. Valiently, the adults sheltered under gazebo thingys and in between showers, all the mad folk that were staying over pitched their tents. Funnily enough, none of the children gave a damn. Complaining about the weather is obviously a learnt behaviour.