Brewing Storm.

The club run was to Eddleston today; almost as far from home as the starting point. Although we had booked the village hall for lunch, we found that it was being used as a community café when we arrived; we should have realised and phoned ahead. Had they known 30 cyclists were going to descend on them, they could have made a fortune on soup and bacon rolls for their local charity.
 
The weather brightened up in a rather spectacular fashion after our afternoon coffee stop, so I left the others and ambled along grabbing photographs here and there. I arrived home as the hail storm started, couldn’t complain,  without it I wouldn’t have had the blip