MacArthur's (Car) Park

Drove down to Hartlepool on a flying visit to Dad's today.

On the way, I stopped at the car park on the England/Scotland border - something I'd never done before - and had a cheeseburger. It wasn't the fanciest place I've ever eaten, but it probably was the windiest.

Dad was on good form and it was great to see him back home from the hospital.

EDIT:

Just noticed - a burger one year ago, too!