Crop

A crop of the crop. A brief sojourn to the family home saw me spending a fair amount of time in the garden. Despite the past few years' involuntary neglect, the raspberries were flourishing and I managed to forage a bowlful and sit and eat them with ice cream outside in the sun on my dad's old ' sneaky beer' stool salvaged from the neglected and ant-ridden greenhouse.

Back to Edinburgh this afternoon and out on the bike, the first time in a while. My legs are killing me, which I'm taking as a good sign. I shall be able to relax them in my new bath, while gazing at the puddle on the floor next to the leaking new toilet....