Bank holiday braai

Monday afternoon saw us heading down to Wimbledonia (aka Wimbledon). Land of lawn tennis, strawberries and cream. We were to attend our first braai in the UK.

Armed with pork bangers (with a price-related, almost non-existent amount of pork) and some wine (a cheerful Italian white, of questionable variety, best served chilled!) we arrived, a very acceptable 45 minutes late (and were the first to get there!)

It's London, so it was raining - of course! But that doesn't matter in the UK... what's a little rain amongst friends? We gathered around the braai, trying to decide who got to stand in the smoke.

Taking time out from the circle to form a line.

Inside having a chat.

Cheers!

UK braai outfits

A little braai banter

Meebs & Robbie

The main feature of the whole afternoon!

The meat selection

Taking it to a new level

Grid action

The premiere banger

Followed by number 2!

A somewhat more impressive grid!

Robbie in action

Our first holly... 100% genuine - somewhat amusing at the time!

We may have been the first to arrive, but we were also the last to leave, pondering thoughts of the Walkabout or some such! As luck would have it we went straight home to put the washing in the tumble dryer!

Lucky

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