After the usual Saturday swimming and sausage-based brunch, it was domestic chores, although my domestics seemed to consist of fiddling with bikes while listening to the radio. Result. At some point barbecue with the Moores (not of the Moores) was mentioned and the short supply of beer was noted. Ellen and I headed off to the shops on the bike to get some. I figured it would help to offset the inevitable barbecue gorging and beering if I went on the bike, dragging Ellen. Lovely evening for sitting outside.

More biking to Culross for tea tomorrow.