Just got back from very pleasant party weekend, helping my mate Steve celebrate his birthday. It was fab. He'd organised a big field, a barbecue, beer, a band, and loads of mates to turn up and party with him. Bloody great.
I took pictures. Especially took one of the birthday cake...
And here are some rather atmospheric shots of the party, fairly late on, after drink had been taken:
It was great.
Oh, and here's a party animal.
It's a depressing sign of age when all your mates' dogs are limping about because they are old and arthritic. Much like your mates.