We Got Balls...

Just a wee training walk in preparation for the Caley Challenge.

Pic of us to save yet another bird shot (Reed Bunting, Curlew, or Wigeon) or indeed the cat again...

Oh, and checked out some odd cycling facilities.

10 miles done, one set of walking boots broken in, one stuffed back, one reasonably stiff back, one left knee that held up pretty well. Coming back from our destination on the bus sat behind two old women talking about the marches in town today, seemingly saying how terrible it was that the Scottish Defence League were flying swastikas, before going on about Leith Walk having hardly anyone speaking English, it was all Chinese and Pakistani and so on and, "the worst thing this country ever did was let all that lot over here." I despair.

Had to sort-of-cancel a coffee with Steven (it wasn't a definite date, but would have been great to meet up) in the middle of the day to deal with some other stuff, which is fortunately dealt with.

Now, got to go and get the lamb tagine on the go, and crack open a beer. Please do excuse me.