A little hole

No way of knowing where the sun was this morning so you'll be pleased to see something other than the Granton gasometer and an orange sky.

Instead we see the last stage in another expert puncture repair. He's almost at F1 pitstop levels of efficiency, helped by the ease of finding the giant bit of mussel shell that had gone through the tyre.

In other little hole news I've left myself with only 0.76 of a mile to finish my 300 mile target for September and only 10 days to do it in. I thought I'd get it done today but my detour just wasn't long enough and I arrived back at the car soaking wet, my boots filling with water and cold wet feet. I couldn't be arsed finishing it.