Awake at 6; Vuelta catch up with coffee for a couple of hours before finally cleaning the bathroom and shopping. Dear reader, I even did a load of washing. 

And off into the sun I did go, to gather up the Friday brood (a Wardie star was in the firm grasp of the youngest one - for good listening and following instructions or some such nonsense. Still a good excuse to take them for ice cream at the soon to be closed Marcantonio - Pensioner - If you haven't found this fine Granton emporium of ice cream, do so before they close)
And so we did lunch, we took the out of date bagels back to Lidl, we did the ice cream, we failed in our quest to get new season football cards, we got Teodor a birthday present for the party on Sunday and then home once more.

After a minor scuffle we all headed out to drop G at Meadowbank and then in the evening sunshine we hit the Velodrome for a Cigs and a gander at the kids doing a session of track stuff. 


Now - more Vuelta - can you overdose on cycling viewing? I'll let you know tomorrow.

Zander in the tunnel used to access the velodrome; looks a bit sci fi to me? A vortex?