Out into the sunshine for a bike ride; still trying to attain full fitness. 
A brisk wind blew me to Musselburgh for a swatch at the Cigs cache that remains undone (only 1 left to do now) before carrying on to Dalkeith to live stream the underpass for the Orcadian afficienado of all things Cigs. Glen Dronach was consumed. Not by me.

As I was getting custody of them there lads at lunchtime, I went for the massages for Her before battling the crosswinds homeward. No echelons, no surprises. She's OK, fever subsiding, mainly. Generally more alert and alive, responsive, but tired. Obv.

The lads arrived, as did a migraine. 

After dinner, we set out to seek out the Behinddoor7 of yesterday at the lighthouse at the end of Western Harbour - a really enjoyable 2 hours of sunshine and windyness. And agog at the queue outside the chippy at Newhaven harbour. 40 odd people. 

Then Tom's chum playing the role of archetypal teenager (see extra - he was 13 last week; and already settling into character nicely) as we approached home.