Talk Talk

Up to see James and get a clip before calling in at Craigleith for provisions for the morn. Beers, mostly. And logs of course.
Later, up to the Filmhouse to see Rojo which I really loved. It had a real old school movie maker’s feel to it. And all the better for it.
Onward! The Diggers was calling - the A team (aka the senior cyclists) were all there as was McC the elder, so it was a nicely balanced group. Meaning that we could have five rounds of five pints and every one was a Charisma. And somehow there only being five of us, there was only one conversation at a time. Which, when it threatened to become a bit unruly, we moderated with our very own conch shell. Well, we used an empty pint glass. Unfortunately, they tended to multiply.