Run

Up early and down in Musselburgh by Loretto for 8.00am. Exactly when the half marathon began eight and a half miles away. Slight miscalculation.
However only half an hour til the first runner came powering through.
H was about half an hour later but we had chosen the perfect spot as once we’d waved and shouted, we ran across the bridge and caught him half a mile later. Then again half an hour later. Leisurely we walked the 200m to the finish line whilst he had to power through the last four miles with a nasty westerly in his face.
Full of pride for him and his pal Harry, more so because he collapsed at exactly this spot last year with global delirium! Needless to say his mum was a tad nervous about this one.
Very sociable time in Pinkie Park bumping into lots of faces, beers drank.

Afternoon we headed to Glasgow to have lunch at Malaga Tapas in Bearsden. Cracking menu and authentic food proper Spanish. Had great hilarity explaining the Rayban Metas… they are my party trick but have come home with a lot of random photos :)