The forecast was not the best; however the P7 football was both warm and sunny; the Inspector's Cup. A group of 4; with the 2 top teams progressing. We lost 2-1, 1-0 and 1-0. Close but no cigars. Ach well. They enjoyed themselves. Apart from the moaners who will always moan even if you;ve won 8-0 ("it should have been 10...") 

Home; lunch and off to SKELF. We figured we'd hang out there until the rain came; via the bike shop to fix LL puncture and fit new pedals to Tom's bike. And then a few hours of lapping the pump track; listening to yoof chat, passively inhaling the sweet smelling smoke from the ned yoof up the back. 

She rocked up on her way back from physio and we left as the clouds gathered and got grey; grabbing Magnums on the way.

As the rain took hold, we made the decision to leave the bikes and bus it home; then come back tomorrow via the Canongate kitchen clear up and collect them then. A 16 home (for Alex; he's been desperate to get onto a 6 wheeled bus since they introduced them) and home we went.