Cash poor in Carlops.

It was a pitiful scene in the Allan Ramsay at Carlops, as Neil and I scrambled around for pennies in deciding what we could afford between us (a coffee? Too expensive. Some Pork Scratchings? We just about had enough.) You see there was 'the mystery of the bus fare' back to Edinburgh, and none of us had a scooby. In the end, we got home, tired and cold after two bike rides to and from Hillend, and a very windy 12 miles on the return half of the Pentland Skyline, in reverse. Time for a hot bath and nap.