The Wistful Cyclist

An early start ahead of a ride out around Midlothian with jase. The spin through the cuik and the climb up pomathorn brae brought out a bought of nostalgia. A fine way to start the day.

Straight out to swimming after the cycle and then a trip to the museum in the afternoon. Home in time to see the last 20 minutes of Scotland's shambolic performance. The rugby in the house with Arlo was much more enjoyable. Bloody exhausted now.

Amongst the nostalgia on the bike ride was the scene of my first exposure to The Stone Roses, the moment that my musical tastes took a turn away from the usual fare amongst the hit parade. Made of Stone