Bridge Road, Balerno

There's training and there's training....

I plotted a graph of my distances on a bike per month for the current year; it got steeper as the year wore on to the point where in September the mileage went stratospheric. I blame Cigs, obviously. Even after yesterday's epic trek round, by the time I'd spent nearly 9 hours in the office, I was ready to let rip. 

But first the small matter of cooking her dinner. Her lass now does 5-7 on a Wednesday so we lose an hour. But for you, dear viewer, the advantage is it gves me more time to head on out and take ridiculous detours on my home. 

Hers to mine as the crow cycles is 5.3km. My route home tonight? A mere 29.7km. 

And with that? Goodnight....