Follow the railings

To the end of Porty Prom.

There to meet the Belles for a pretty epic ride up to Crichton Castle (see extras) across to Gorebridge, Temple, Dalkeith and then home.

It was epic not because of the length of the ride, as such (about 72 kms from home and back again), but because of the hills (especially the climb out of the dip after Crichton Castle), the wind and the rain. We managed to miss the worst of the rain - we were in the Morrison's cafe in Dalkeith when the heavens opened and we managed to miss the thunder and lightening that was around. Even so, I've never layered up and layered down so much when cycling before.

I'm sneaking in as an extra a picture one of the other Belles took of me arriving somewhat puffed at a junction somewhere in the Midlothian countryside. Just so you know I actually do this...