framed face one

I was going to try and get some sort of shots of this general face-framed-by-bicycle-frame type things at some point during September for the work photo club competition (which I predict will be won by TFP's picture of EcoDad by a wide margin) but never got round to it. I'll try and get one whenever bicycle-related meetings occur henceforth.

Currently hungry after forgetting to take my muffin to work in the morning, resisting buying any additional food at lunchtime and not having time to eat anything in between rushing home, dumping bags, greeting wife and child as they came in the door just as I was about to go back out and then going back out. I have just eaten a small pile of oatcakes in order to try and prevent over-buying of snack-crap at the shop but shall probably get at least one tasty-nommable thing as a treat for going round the hill on the way to work this morning as well as this evening with Joe, Dara and Instography.

In the morning the hill-wind had been 'normal' for windy conditions, grabbing the wheels on the approach to the top corner and in the face from the top corner to the middle of the loch, then in the face again at the start of the rise up to the little castle-viewing channel before the drop to the roundabout. This evening it was somehow in the face all the way up the last little rise. The gates were surprisingly shut, which at least meant not having to watch out for tour buses and cars attempting to get past without being patient and waiting for one of the frequent car parks. As we were assembling at the bottom a man and child swooped past, with the child (on some disgustingly expensive-looking-for-a-child narrow-wheeled wide-barred thing) whizzing off ahead, predictably flagging amusingly as it reached the steep bit and found it didn't have the weight for standing up on the pedals to make any difference. I tend to judge how fast to go at the start by which gear I'm in but managed to notice that I set off at 13-14mph which would leave some spare effort for when the wind hit towards the top.

The wind was definitely changing direction as it seemed to be going half across us going down Milton Road East, but this also meant that it wasn't entirely in our faces coming back along the exposed bit of path from Newhailes to Brunstane, though there seemed to be a few gusts whilst atop the bridge over the railway.