a cheaty portrait.

Sheer delight. The end of the tweed valley cycle route. 110ish miles from carstairs to berwick passing through some of the most idyllic scenes. Maybe i'll do it again in the summer when its not raining and I can see the scenes.
Actually the smile tells the story.
No HUBshot sadly, having only discovered its existence today, and doubt I'd have had the strength to get the feathery canondale above shoulder. Probably have los t it in the Tweed!
My friend kindly took our bags which came back a pheasant heavier. Tasty.