One from the back 9 on the bike homeward fae Norf Berwick.

The outward leg was fine. A stiff breeze propelled me to break all sorts of Strava PBs (But still not as fast as MrSmith...how the fuck is that possible????)

But heading back towards Edinburgh meant a return to almost walking pace.

But did yield a blip as I mopped my sweaty brow at the tattie farmer at Luffness Mains

100km for the day tho....

*chuffed*