Bruntsfield

They always laugh at me when I explain that in Ireland Spring starts tomorrow. 

Today felt like the start of another winter, though.  A white Arthur's seat was a surprise first thing, and the sleety snow on the way to the bike shop at lunchtime was pretty much just unpleasant. 

New bike shoes, free of guilt given the condition of the old ones.  I threw them in the bin at the shop, which felt very decisive.