Meadowbank Velodrome

A week on the right side of the Pentland Firth has ended. After 3 of the 4 seasons in one day, we made it back into town in the evening, heading straight to meet her in Porty and have dinner together. 

It seemed rude not to pop past the velodrome; more in hope than expectation. But fortune favours the fortunate and there was a mono offering to greet us as we swung by; jumped out, took the shot and headed on to halloumi, tomatoes and a well earned cold beer.