Old Trafford weekend

Gary and Carole came over and stayed Friday night and we all left Banchory about 8:00 am on Saturday morning. Ross took the first leg down to south of Glasgow - we survived, but it was a close call - especially going over Cairn 'o Mount!

Gary took the next bit down to our hotel at Whittle-le-Woods, near Chorley and we checked in and had a quick pint whilst Carole changed. I decided to drive to the match - I would have a glass of wine and would let the others have their fill.

We parked up and took a few photos - this one in front of the United Trinity - Carole knew George Best and Bobby Charlton, but who was Denis Law?:
Inside the mega-store, Carole posed in front of Wayne Rooney:

I posed in front of my generation of United heroes - and pointed out who King Denis was!:

Inside the corporate hospitality, we had our meal:

Then we took our seats in the stand:

We fought our way out of the post-match traffic and made it back to our hotel in time for a couple of beers before crashing out in our rooms with Match of the Day playing in the background.

I was first up for breakfast - too early as it happens:

The journey north was easy and we made good time, so decided on a quick detour to see Dad. Our visit coincided with his lunch, so it was fairly short:

Back in Banchory, Jo had managed to juggle Luca and Isis OK - although she claims that Isis can open our front door unaided! Luca was happy:

and that's about it - back to work tomorrow and then off to Manchester again on Tuesday. This time, I'm taking Jo to Elderslie/Houston and will pick her up on the way back.

No list today - brain dead!