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A fine day of garden pottering, although there was no gret enthusiasm for it. Not in this heat. Mind, there's no enthusiasm for it most of the time. Then cycle pootling up to the Moores before the whole crowd headed down to Culross for tea.

I like that Ewan's new bike feels fast enough that he tries to race me and I'm sure it won't be long before he beats me. But he's not got stoker Ellen on his team.