A Pheasant Morning for a Cycle

Glad I kicked myself out of bed this morning. Arthur's Seat, with a scramble to an outcrop to get a high view of the partly demolished Porty High; drop round to see the SKELF park , spotting this handsome devil on the way, and a chat with a skateboarder who was sweeping it all clean, then some guys my age arrived on BMXs with their kids, who were the ones pushing the dads to go out (there you go, child health benefit tick); ride up by Hunter's Bog, then carry on climbing up the Radical Road, hanging on for the sketchy descent with burning arms; Porty for breakfast provisions; home.

I love these lighter mornings when that can all be fitted in before 9.