On Thursday it was bright and breezy and we went down the coast. Peter got lost in butterfly alley but tired of standing around in itchy undergrowth I headed onward to the beach and the big sky and the breezes.
We went our separate ways on Saturday. Peter went off to do a Tynecastle Bronze and I went an inventive hilly route of Edinburgh. I didn't bother taking a camera and didn't stop that often and it was good to just get in a rhythm and keep going.
Sunday it was back to the beach - where the whole mood had changed. The wind was gone and the sky was clouded over and there was a distinct autumnal feel. The geese flew overhead and called mournfully that the summer was nearly over and it was time to go back to school.
Back to work tomorrow. (Sigh).