Shocking….

…Nancy was up and away before I’d had my first coffee, that means not everything she said was fully ingested. No doubt I’ll discover later what didn’t reach a memory bank.

I couldn’t see The Cheviot from the breaky table and the forecast wasn’t promising so I prioritised my cycle first. To Ancrum via Sandystones and then home via Maxton. Only 17miles but quite lumpy so I felt the endorphin benefit.

I side-stepped a shower as I had a trip to the dump planned next, so I threw on yesterday’s clobber from the washing basket and deposited the rotten remains of a garden hut, generously left by the previous owner, at the dump.

Lunch in all my stinking glory before I succumbed to a warm shower, threw on some fresh clobber and then headed for the train station and to Embra.

A pleasant catch-up with some old work colleagues in a cafe little known to tourists and now I’m heading home in the dark and it’s only 9pm. The nichts are fair drawin in.