Kelso Return

The Cheviot was splendidly clear against a blue sky as I sat down to breaky. I’d been up for quite a while by the time breakfast happened ‘cause the dark prince was climbing about under the bed at 6am.

Sanding and cleaning ensued before I pootled off to Kelso for a farmers market sausage roll and a coffee. The ride back was windier than I’d have liked.

Later, son of mine is visiting from Edinburgh and we’ll likely go out for tea.