Port of Leith

I'm not going to say how long my cycle was, but you can literally take the number in your head and take away a zero. In any case, I'm stiff enough to have had a longer cycle, so that counts I suppose. 

Over to Musselburgh, then along the coast to Cramond, where I met the Misses for a cold walk, then a baked potato in the friendly and effective cafe there.  

A grain warehouse and a big red oil service ship. 

Home via the Blackhall path and past my old house at Caledonian Place, though I couldn't remember the number and they all look the same. 

Sitting on the floor, playing with cars, beer a safe reach away.  The countdown is getting shorter but better.