Easy like a Sunday morning

She's not happy, crying at 6am and took a while for the painkiller to kick in and then she crashed again. Back to the vet tomorrow but it's not looking hopeful for that left eye.

In brighter news, we continued the new Sunday morning tradition of chucking the bike in the back of the car, dropping Joe off at his football match and then me heading out for a bike ride. Thirty minutes from Port Seton to North Berwick was a record. An hour and fifteen back was another record of a different sort. It was a strong Westerly.

Home for pasta and Eve's chocolate brownies before more unpacking.

Then it was time to sit on a bench in the sun and drink cider. Until we ran out and I cycled down to the co-op on Jack's old bike for more supplies.