A bank holiday picnic
Bank holidays. The glorious English tradition of picnics in the park, drinking warm cans of cider and fighting off swarms of wasps.
But Gary’s Picnic is a bit different; a trip to Shakespeare country to watch a shedload of loud and lairy American cars blasting up the quarter mile.
Four days later, I’m still deaf.
But the Yanks don’t get it all their own way. We Brits can do loud and lairy too.
There were even a few cars with the engine at the wrong end.
And what kind of bank holiday would it be without the obligatory downpour to put a literal and metaphorical dampener on things?
And finally, random shot of the day.