Clockmill Lane

After a day cooped up drinking beer and talking pish yesterday, I was in need of fresh air and exercise today.

I cycled up to meet Barry on the grassy knoll at Meadowbank before embarking on a wee saunter up the Seat in the early evening. An hour and 15 minutes later, we'd completed a traverse of this fine mountain. As he walked off to get a 44 back to Hell Magdalene, I got him and Cigs for the day in one go.

Black spray paint; on stone wall, capitals, single underline, undated.