A day that started with police searching the grounds of the old school opposite at 0730 (not observing social distancing) as 2 guys stoated down the street; one cradling the remains of a small box of Strongbow, can in the other hand that has raised aloft in triumph to any passers by; his accomplice 20 yards behind, weaving, head down, pale and frankly about to collapse.

We watched as the police vans moved up the road and eventually cordoned off a bit of ground that's far too close to the boys' home for comfort before the word got out that indeed it was the missing woman they had found. Unexplained (I'm guessing suicide as there was concern for her and reading between the lines suicide was a distinct possibility)

We duly headed the other way in the afternoon; up around the college, down through the park and out to Cramond; a little bit busy. 

Nothing too onerous, a gentle cycle in hazy sunshine.

And home. Questions keep coming about the day's news as they tried to make sense of it; but eventually An English Game occupied them more on Netflix.

RIP Elaine McArthur