Roslin

As usual at the end of a Turf round - and I've been promoted to a League 6 group! - I take Django on a walk to Roslin. In Penicuik I met one of the Harriers, who wondered whether there were any snowdrops to be found, so I had my eyes open. All the way out on the old railway and through the first part of Roslin  Glen - and back - I saw none, and the weather was miserably dull and drizzly. Then, back in Penicuik, I spotted this group behind the Health Centre.

At home, I caught up with my diary and listened to the two football commentaries, before eating with A in the evening. For once I'm looking forwards to MOTD!