Quiet in Haymarket.

1 O'clock at Haymarket on Sunday.

And I was pretty much the only person heading west.

You would never guess that just behind me the Hearts crowd were already lining the streets getting read to watch the cup coming through to Tynecastle.

So the trains coming in were all heaving with maroon flavoured folks.

I however was off for a barbecue in Hamilton for Mikki's birthday.

Andrew broke out the posh sausages.