Harvest Wynd, Ratho Station (no station)

Yes, we're back. Surviving the white hot heat of a Spanish summer is no mean feat, so the cooler climes of festival ravaged Edinburgh is welcome, believe me.

I did briefly think about asking the taxi driver who collected us at the airport at 0137 to swing past this on the way home, but frankly I would have been lynched.

So (much) later in the day we returned; sun tans already fading, to the bridge for the final Ratho Station Cigs.

Tom dutifully stepped up to the mark and peered out at the 1605 from Linlithgow to Edinburgh Park service and the deed was done.

I need a sangria or two before work tomorrow.....