Second final hurdle; In a rare moment of great planning, I was to be inducted into something new at work; the day before finishing to go on three weeks holiday. How exactly do you expect me to remember any of this when I return at the end of July...? Oh well. Still, an enlightening morning and not in a good way, mostly. A lot of Leith and a little of Sighthill flung in for good measure.

Then an afternoon of turning pedals and taking photos; my booked appointments all no showed bar the final one, so there was slack in the schedule that meant I was not hurried.

And to her's for dinner; alle vongole type, and the first quiet evening in what seems like an age. And mischief / planning on the way home...!