When the Goblin came home from work I had to show him some photos on Facebook. One of my brothers is getting married next month and I hadn’t seen a picture of my future sister-in-law. They’re such a cute couple and he looks so happy it nearly made me cry! I mentioned something about the site that had been bugging me since I signed up and within two minutes he’d fixed it. Having lowered my stress level by several degrees when he mentioned he was dying for a good hamburger I told him I’d treat him to dinner. His eyes lit up and he ran off to find somewhere to go. The closest place that he thought would create his sort of burgher was in Milton Keynes; fifty miles away. How far would you go for a burgher? Thankfully he loved it. I was still eternally chewing my way through my first half of a child’s version when he’d finished his giant one. Of course I took my camera (I’ll soon be needing Cameraholic Anonymous) and took photos on the way…while there and on the way home, most of the way agonized by a glorious setting orange sun that turned blood red as we drove into Stamford and then sunk out of sight. The only pictures taken while stationary were at the restaurant. The sunset shots were taken with a small camera through a closed car window going 60+ miles an hour down the motorway. I was tempted to ask the Goblin to pull up so I could take some shots, but he had that…I’m driving…look on his face. I didn’t think any of them would turn out…I was pleasantly surprised!