No free lunch

But there is, it seems, such a thing as a free breakfast provided you're on a bike (or you have a brass neck and there's a little huddle of liberal middle class cyclists glowering at the serving suggesting he shouldn't dare knock back the obviously not cycling homeless guy who's trying to blag a free breakfast (but the scrambled egg, not the sausage)). So, thanks Edinburgh Council.

Are you looking at me?

And a mad variety of bikes (and cyclists) turned up for the free breakfast and other freebies, many of whom (including me) seemed to have had to bugger off before the speeches. But this bike was the maddest of them all. Lights, compasses, a thermometer, more flags, another light. What this bike needs ... is another light.

More wandering to the shops at lunchtime to pick up a new tent. You can't have too many tents. You'll no doubt see a photo of it on Saturday or Sunday depending on when I get back from my jaunt up to Aviemore to cycle home. It's only 125 miles. Any decent cyclist would leave the camping stuff at home and just cycle home in a day.