A cannae see...

...shouted the cyclist in front to his mate (lovely setting sun in his eyes) and narrowly missed a parked bus for the second time. Not wishing to witness his lucking running out, I pulled ahead and enjoyed a rare busless sweep down Princes Street. If only we could invent a system to replace diesel buses.

Earlier, it was a day of scope and spec but progress too.

I've now been nominated for this ice bucket thingy by two people I thought loved me.....