Cyclepath 'tween Maidencraig Cr and Groathill R S

Indyref fatigue.

Youngest Ciglette and I took to the bikes and instead of Farage we chose forage. We spent Friday morning hunting down sloes with which to make gin and possibly sorbet.

Whether or not we grimly cling on to the union or throw ourselves with gay abandon into the unknown, I'll still need copious amounts of sloe gin to keep me warm this winter.

Silver pen on metal box; squiggly underline; three stripes above. Bock capitals throughout.