Salamander Street

I finally got off my lazy assed ass and went and nabbed the last but one known Cigs in the free world this morning.

Scrapped and scratched as I nipped under the mesh fence; stung and scarred by thistles and nettles as I waded through the undergrowth. (I was cycling; I had shorts on - a planning fail - right there)

And it's not the best place to take an interesting shot. Cigs - take note - please position your work with half a mind to any eejit who wants to come along and try and take a half decent photo of it and record it for posterity.

And as if to further shake of the lazyassedness, I went off and racked up another 30km before coming home for breakfast. 

I'll need to be incredibly non lazyassed to get the one Ambioran reported in Balerno the other day. I may need to get into training and devise a nutrion plan for such an epic journey.