Walking to work

I'd left my bike at work on Friday (so I could lord it up in town) so today I was faced with the bus.

But, given the mid-twenties heat at 8 in the morning, I looked the bus in the face and turned away. I walked.

It took me an hour. Over an hour. But it was great. Along the canal. past the remnants of the weekend BBQs. Through the Grassmarket, up Victoria Street, down the steps to the station, over St Andrews Square, down Leith walk. All in the sun. In the baking morning sun. As the commuters plodded past in their suits, I skipped in my tshirt.

A great way to start the day.