Mist Opportunity

I'd been planning on riding down to Musselburgh after the drumming to grab the remnants of a sunset, after a couple of crackers the last couple of nights. The weather had other plans. So escorted George home (he decided to ride down with me after I'd gone to his place after work to go through the piece we've been learning), which he took umbrage at ("I'm not a geriatric!") and carried on a wee bit up the hill. The legs have definitely been feeling strangely strong today. Time to get the Strava times off the Garmin, and if there aren't a couple of PBs on some sections this morning especially I'll be most unimpressed.