Out through the 'hood early on; and the joys of Stockbridge; it was too warm to make any serious effort so steady progress was made throughout the morning. Some notable sucesses on long stadning sludge too. At least 3 doors I had been knocking on for months finally opened; I nearly bought a lottery ticket!

A measured meander back through downtown Leith where one door remains firmly closed despite Wimbeldon being watched behind it. Oh well. Maybe I was right not to buy the lottery ticket!

Home for some writing up; and I took in Bill later on to try and collect the drill / put up one last rail.

Unsuccessfully. Oh well. Then home to watch the final bits of France sneaking past Belgium and into the final.