Same Old,Same Old

His Lordship is much recovered thanks in part to your good wishes and part to the imminent arrival of Wednesday and the thought of an unfettered day in the hills.

In fact he was so recovered that we took a walk around South Queensferry in an icy wind and a certain dullness even though we could see Fife sparkling across the water and snow capped mountains shining in the sun far to the north west.

Few tourists were abroad in the cold, but two local men were preparing kayaks for a paddle to the island of Inch Colm. It made me even colder to watch.

Hard as I tried, I found it almost impossible not to blip the train bridge when its huge presence so overshadows the town, but I rather liked the contrast of these artistic delicate railings and the strong dominant structure of the bridge behind.

Now as I type this with my fingers thawed, I'm going to listen to a play on Radio 4 about the famous cyclist Beryl Burton, the female Bradley Wiggins of her day.