Whatever that means
A tough choice: this or just about anything else. I’m not a fan of the self-portrait. Well, not of me at least but I seem to have managed to avoid my scowly face so that’s not so bad. Anyway, there’s a wee spate of them on the Cycling group discussions so I thought I’d join in. Even though it was raining. And windy. And it was chilly and early. You can see it’s early – the road’s quiet.
Other than this, I only took one other photo. In the lovely Ronde bike shop in Stockbridge. My but they have some lovely machines. It’s enough to make a man want to save up all the pennies he’s not giving Scotrail, buy himself a new frame and build a nice single speed. And it sells coffee. And they have an organised run from Stockbridge to Fife of an evening – 6pm – which might be a nice sociable thing to do.
Must go and see if I managed to properly fix the puncture that I had in Corstorphine that made me half an hour late for getting home to let Mandy get to the last night of her canoeing. Dammit.