The road to Ratho

After a coffee, bun and chat stop in Morningside, it was onwards to the canal tow path. Instead of veering off on to the Water of Leith, I kept on going into the depths of West Lothian towards Ratho. Didn't make it there as time (and the fear of a puncture) was against me but what I saw was very green and calm.

The exercise box has definitely been ticked off for today and I felt justified in collapsing in front of the tv to catch the latter stages of the London Marathon and search the crowds to look for my nephew who's gone down all by his wee self to do his bit for charity. Well done Dave.