Inclement Leith

A sleepless night and I wasn't in Seattle.

No romance, just rain on the window.

Woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get to sleep.

My sore throat and coughing didn't help.

Luckily MrsClix managed to sleep through.

The morning brought dark skies and a howling wind.

Gusts had blown bins across the street and people battled their way to work.

I hitched a lift with MrsClix in the car chickening out from using the bike.

There are bold bikers and there are old bikers. There are no old, bold bikers.