With the new football regime starting to bite, there's no such thing as a relaxed Saturday morning. To the playing fields for nine; chilly it were. 
Goals set up, team gathered, and 30 seconds in the right back plays a square ball across our own area and we were behind. 

They played well; the boss disappeared at half time off to catch a flight to Eindhoven leaving me in charge. We nabbed a goal near the end after a tactical reshuffle, but victory still eludes us.

After the post match gee up, it was off to Spartans; an hour in the sunshine and relative warmth.

Lunch and a peaceful couple of hours before the bikes were mounted and off to town we went. Stopping at Nike to score her some new trainers for an extremely reasonable price, we arrived to see evidence of the return of the undergraduates. A bunch of parkour kidz were hanging in her street, contemplating a leap from Heriot's School to her back garden (You can just see the toes in the top right; the target is on the top of the wall on the left. I figured either way there was a blip whether the leap was successful or not. In the end, he decided it was too wide a gap and got a shot of the assembled throng and a random bloke on his way to work at the nearby supermarket.)
Dinner (they had toad in the hole; we had burritos), a decent hour of all kids together (apart from Ll who is on Davis Cup duty in the Weeg) and cycled home down the Mound at dusk.