Cousin Alan has been in town and we promised him our famous Snoek braai but only managed to get it together yesterday; cousin Alan is leaving today. Of course, big Friendly and I are not allowed to even say the B(raai) word, because every time we suggest it the Cape wind picks up and it becomes impossible to execute. Yesterday it went a step further, and it literally bucketed down. But we were onward and forward regardless, and the results were wolfed down with glee. But here is Big Friendly doing a McGyver with braai and brolly.