Ten in a Row

I have resolved to start every Sunday as I did today. Up early to make breakfast and watch Andy Marr at 9am rather than catch it on catch up. Of course he's, by turns, a pompous and obsequious wee shite but I still find it essential viewing.
After that, I felt virtuous and alert. Yes. Shirts ironed. Dishwasher emptied. And then Hearts vs Hibs. A poor game, but it was always on a knife edge so had a certain compelling quality. After that, I was tempted to go and have a drink with the pals, but the day was just made for a cycle and the enjoyment of some sea air.
Which I did. And Gorgie (above) was still there in the late afternoon light when I came cycling back.