Westbank Street

Penultimate Porty Cigs blip from the great autumn blitz on the promenade. 

I cycled a fuck of a long way to get this one. I set off in the morning for South Queensferry via the House of Muir, before coming back into town and deepest Corstorphine, a bit of Gorgie, some Tollcross action before a slow meander down through Nether Leith and onwards to Joppa. 

As the light began to fade (much like me), I snaffled this one before my final call of the day on Constitution Street. Phew. 

I'd earned a pint by then. So I had one. Just the one. 

A pint of gin and tonic is very restorative, I can tell you. Ask Lance Armstrong.