Another weekend

It's been a terrible weekend with the sun burning down. Thanks goodness the skies were a little milky on Saturday by the time we went out. Peter had stuff to do in the morning so we didn't set off until (even) late(r than usual). In the morning we checked the scores on the doors for the WHW race and were please to see that Nick W had set off steady and survived the first night. As the day wore on he moved decisively through the field.

We took a trip down to Gullane. Yep that's right. Peter was full of talk about butterflies. He was going on a special butterfly trip on Sunday and was ever so excited. I half listened. Sometimes.

There are gull chicks on the roof across the way.

 

Every week there is something new going on down at Gullane and this week it was swifts, and kites.

Swifts are pretty hard to take  a photo of. They're um...swift. Some of these might be swallows too. I don't care.

Oh yeah, swifts and kites and long grasses. There were some very long grasses and the pollen count is "very high". I'm not sure I've ever seen that on the weather forecast before. Sure enough, neither of us really suffers with Hay Fever, but we were both sneezing a bit.

Peter found the trap door down to the underworld but managed to resist going down.

 

kites

kites

kites

kites

It was good to get down to the beach again. Because we'd set off so late it was super-late by the time we finished and we still had to do a food shop at Tescos. Tempers might have been testy, but we survived.

When we got home Nick had worked his way forwards from 31st place to 15th place and was on the final leg of the journey. Shortly after that he finished - now in 13th place! Hurray! That was easy!! Well done Nick.

The next day PB was up and off early to go to his butterfly convention in Berwick. I took my bike out with a 50 mile route in mind. The sea at Portobello was sparkling and the day unfolded nicely from there.

 

 

Solo cycles on the road are pretty hypnotic and I don't have much to say about it. I had some excellent cake back at the Lanterne Rouge - this time the chocolate and Guinness cake. A bit further along the road, Mr Badger, who we'd seen 2 weeks previously and at the time was protesting his untimely death by giving off a mind-blowingly terrible smell, had calmed it down to just a bit of a whiff. There was much less of him than there was before, too. I guess if you cycle the roads regularly you get to know the road-kill. There was a deer in the ditch half way up the road from Aberlady to Haddington, but something had been eating it so you could see its ribs.

To change things up a bit, instead of heading home via Cousland I headed onwards to Dalkeith and back into town that way. 

PB arrived home quite soon after I did. He hadn't worn any sun tan lotion so his head was bright red.
Dragonflies had been the thing. Butterflies not so much.

Has anyone ever watched Bojack Horseman? We're addicted to Bojack Horseman on Netflix. At first it seems too preposterous a premise to bother with. An insecure and depressive ex-actor who is also a horse? Don't be absurd. Watch it a few episodes and you'll be hooked.