Cyclepath, Craigleith

With Ciglettes on bikes, we went out into the Saturday morning; along with the pram pushers, dog walkers, joggers, cyclists, families cycling, the walk of shamers, the stoners, the optimistic rugby fans (in green, the pessimistic rugby fans (in tartan). Dodging shit and broken Buckfast bottles, fallen branches, and discarded burgers.

We had a great time. 7 miles, and bread from Herbie's for tomorrow's mountaineering expedition. And a Cigs to boot.

What a great morning out with the guys.

Now to watch the dredger in Granton harbour; it's got to offer more comfort than the cuffing Ireland are going to dish out at Murrayfield.....

White pen on rusting metal; capitals, no dates, no frills. Just underneath this one.