Photo-bombed

Week's worth of mud scraped and scrubbed from the bike. Oiled, tightened, adjusted, greased, pedals replaced, then off for a pedal.

There's a handy new bit of cycle path just opened last week between two towns along the foot of the Ochil Hills (though most of the cyclists that passed seemed oddly preferring to stick to the scary, pot-holed road instead of the smooth, wide, traffic-free path), so popped along that way and on out to the eastern edges of the Wee County before heading back through the woods to Gartmorn Dam.

Lots of pushing and shoving going on there in amongst the expanded gang of swans, with this inquisitive swan seemingly quite interested in the camera gear I was carrying. She got really close at points too.

The broken arm made it tricky cycling the last bit home though.