To celebrate Meg's birthday, we went up north to the Cove Point "resort" at Beaver Bay (I don't feel right calling it a resort because even though that's probably what it is, "resort" to my English mind means culturally-barren complexes in Spain and Greece full of Sun reading yobboes...). I could write a lovely travelogue type thing about it, but I can't be arsed, so it's just going to be a bunch of pictures with my witty commentary, okay? Good.

Click here to begin a vaguely chronological look through our holiday pictures, or alternatively, click the picture below.