The Day After

It may well be that Andy Murray, after that gladiatorial tennis match yesterday, is out on the practice courts today, fresh as a daisy, while his Lordship and I are exhausted, having suffered at every deuce point in that final game.
What a match and what a brilliant result given the opposition. We can only admire Djokovic's magnanimity in his runner's up speech : what a nice guy, but it was our Andy's turn this year. Goodness knows we've waited long enough for a home grown victor.
All we need now, is a Froome win in the Tour and our metaphorical cup will runneth over.

Having enjoyed our foray on two wheels yesterday, and with the sun expected to shine again today, we had planned last night to go to Loch Leven this morning and take a turn round Mary Queen of Scots' island retreat.

However the sun didn't appear early enough, His Lordship feigned fatigue after his early morning gym visit and we hung around for so long, that the trip didn't happen.
He knows me well enough, that an offer to start out at lunch time, would not be taken up when I am a crack of dawn-or- forget it sort of girl.

Instead we cycled all the way up to Bruntsfield and the Bike Coop for spare inner tubes and all the way back, a total of 2 miles, proving that we may not be doing much for fitness levels for the forthcoming cycling week in France, but at least we're covered for punctures.

This little cameo happened over the wall at lunch time and provided the much needed blip of the day