Sausages and spies

While George was at his pal's birthday sleepover (camping out in John Muir Country Park) the rest of us had a barbecue. 

Later on, we watched Bridge of Spies, which Andy had got me for Father's Day. Although we really enjoyed it, Andy and I couldn't work out why Mark Rylance's "Northern accent" sounded Scottish.  Seems we're not the only ones.