Water on my lens...

....cycled 37 kms to Dunfermline for an important chat. Two hours of important chat took place and much was cleared-up. Happily, I rode 32.5kms home (how did that happen?) via Ronde for a warming coffee and a flap-jack.

Now I'm doing domestic stuff (and blip) whilst Nancy and Owen watch Ghost Busters....an oldy, but a goody.