Flyunder

The back lane to Hailes Castle is a constant procession of cyclists on a Sunday and this afternoon I was one of them.

Earlier I had been there to see Eve score her first competitive goal and a right screamer it was too. Immediately followed by a second. Her two goals contributed to a great victory and, even better, it was played in glorious sunshine which was handy as it gave me an excuse to hide my bleary eyes behind a pair of sunglasses.

Then I threw some tatties into the still smouldering braziers and headed off for a ride. Slow roasted brisket for dinner accompanied by (fingers crossed) jacket tatties.