Of course it could be more like the scene in Northanger Abbey when Catherine's imagination goes wild over some secret, scandalous manuscripts she discovers in her room which in the cold light of day turn out to be nothing more than a laundry list and some old yellowed receipts.
The weather certainly wasn't co-operating for the Gothic part which really calls for moody skies, thunder, lightening and preferably some sweeping organ music. Instead we had perfect BBQ weather with blazing sunshine, a light breeze and clear blue skies with not a single solitary sulky cloud in sight.
A group of us pulled up to the house and made our way past the three legged cat that was rolling around in the gravel.
Adam had made these wonderful little pasties (crash testing them on us before he made another batch for his grandmothers party the next day) each one slightly different and filled with tomato, basil, feta, mozzarella and various meats. They went in moments.
So that's what a Gothic BBQ looks like!