Head for the hills

I wasn't intending to cycle over 58 miles to Duns and back because that would mean over 4,500 feet of climbing which would be stupid. But I got lost. And my water bottle went awol after hitting a big pot hole. So the last fifty miles was thirsty going.

As a consequence the nachos, calamari and fish & chips in the Goblin Ha at tea time were inhaled and the pints of New World evaporated.