Cycle Abandoned

...to the Waters of Leith. I wonder what journeys it made in it's day.

When I woke this morning and staggered through to the automaton of filling the kettle and plugging in the radio I nearly reeled. I checked the calendar and then eyed the clock and tried to whirl my brain to understand what was going on. Was that 'Thought for the day'? It was 7.50am after all, but it had no likeness to the thought for the day that I'd ever heard. The newsreader had an unfamiliar voice, I checked the radio station.
I hadn't known there was to be a BBC journalists strike. Never realised how much I depend on John Humphreys and crew, they enter my home through the airways like a family.