Folly

A bigger folly than this was buying a bottle of Oban malt (we drank Arran beer and malt on Arran, various Islay malts and beer on Islay and Colonsay beer on Colonsay) for the train journey home. I managed to blag some tiny tot plastic glasses in the whisky shop and so we decreed that one tot per station would see the bottle done by Glasgow Central. So were we. Some cyclists accused us of not being nice to them on the train to Edinburgh - where there were rather more bikes on board than Scotrail allows officially.

Two guys rang other halves for a lift home, I'm downhill so that was fine for me. After much banter we left each other in good spirits.