Hallucinating

I must admit that as I climbed from Tyninghame up to Seacliff, sweating and panting, I did wonder if I was hallucinating when I saw these two up at the top of the hill.

This was about the halfway mark in today’s, frankly heroic, 100km spin around East Lothian.

Home to make guacamole, eat burgers and put my feet up.