Sixteen

Day sixteen of thirty.

Far too nice a day to be hanging around the doors. Headed out along the old railway line to Dunfermline, a nice gentle cycle that terminated here at the old Abbey. 

Went for a wander to find somewhere to park the the bike up safely, which turned out to be more difficult than it needed to be. Found a signpost near a pub that had a handily empty table out on the street, and sat listening to the Thursday afternoon banter from some gentleman of leisure at the next table. Got chatting to them, then they offered us a pint of Tennents that they'd bought for one of their party that had went AWOL, saying that if it lay fro longer than twenty five minutes it'd be undrinkable. Didn't like to say that was probably twenty five minutes out.

Fully refreshed, headed back along the cycle track, with a detour through Devilla forest and got hime just in time for Mrs. DWD to invite us out for a bar supper. 

Result.

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