Bridge Road, Balerno

The episode when Cigs is tried as the cure.

I had managed to negotiate a day in the hills, but at 0545 after half an hour of heating soup and finding socks I realised I should not be heading off into the hills - tired, vague and so I went back to bed and slept for another 3 hours on top of the 8 already had. Bleurgh is the adjective of choice for Saturday morning.

And so an extended morning of trying to do stuff but eventually ending up in bed after a burst of activity. Still, I managed some washing, dishes and hoovering. The bathroom will need to wait.

Eventually afternoon came and I figured it was time to kill or cure; so got the bike out and figured I would get to Balerno and nab the last Cigs there or die trying. 

This is not being ghost written; it may not have been cure but it didn't kill me. In the 3 hours I was out, I got soaked three times and did spend time hiding under trees and in bus shelters when it got too heavy, but job is done. 

White pen; covered in creosote; 2014. Although it's not dated, the Deli just above in the same pen is dated 2014.