Oatcakes, and the East.

After a day of frustrating revision with the sun tempting me as I gazed out of my window, come 5 I gave up and went for a cycle.

Quite enjoy looking round parts of Edinburgh that I've not been to before - up to now I've had a good look around the Marchmont/Bruntsfield areas to the north of the Observatory, but haven't looked to the East.

This took me off Dalkeith Rd to Prestonfield golf club, who's drive I found myself upon before I knew what had hit me. Before I knew what had happened, I was rolling past neat lawns with tables laid for tea, and groups of expensively dressed people looking down at me with bubbly in their hands. I creaked and clanked my past round the drive and went back to the main road.

What struck me then (apart from the excitement of going past the Nairn's Oatcake factory) was the contrast between the gold club and Craigmillar Estate. It couldn't have felt more different - I'm not sure I would have liked to have found myself there if I had been on foot, and prayed that I didn't pick up a puncture. The tower blocks pictured are stunningly ugly in their functional design.

From there I travelled uphill, pushed on by eyes on my back, up towards Craigmillar castle. Another contrast - from this housing estate to a monument of Scottish national heritage. Over the hill, down to the Royal Infirmary, then back to the estate and on to Fay's house.

Chilled at Fay's before grabbing a pizza and heading to the pub.