The plan was to do 25km on the bike, watch Alex's team play Civil and then head into town for lunch. But sometimes even the best laid bands go astray....

I finally dragged myself out the house at about 9, and was about to turn west for Wester Hailes to see what I could find to shoot when She said She'd locked herself and Loki out... A u turn and 10 minutes later I was sipping tea, before leaving Her to get ready whilst I headed off for some slightly lesser bike miles.

Back, showered and off to Heron in Leith for lunch, to spend my cost of living money from the Scottish Government. We had the place to ourselves; seemingly the folks in Leith like later lunches on a Sunday. We got the rock star table and delighted on the mussels with zatar / potato salad but not starters, the divine celeriac and chargrilled broccoli with hazelnuts and beef with onions mains and just about survived the pistachio additions to a kind of Black Forest gateau and the rhubarb/ lemon curd / gingerbread desserts. (Excuse my descriptions which are woefully inadequate to properly describe the delicious lunch)

We sauntered back up a sunny Leith Walk, stopping to snap a Cigs and dodge the hordes on the High St. 

After tea and a snooze, real life resumed with shopping for dinner (more sea bass and puy lentil salsa) and the lass / the dug returned from Leith whilst I watched Liverpool edge out Forest in the FA Cup. 

Adhering to the imindoors maxim of photographing old folk cos you know they ain't gonna sprint past the backdrop.....