A wee run and a wee cycle.

No early starts and no heroics this weekend. I was back at work this week. Peter seems to have forgotten to go back.

Anyway, Saturday we set off in the afternoon for a run. We headed to Flotterstone and filled our faces in the car park with cakes and scones and cups of coffee. For running we varied it a bit by running up what I think is Maiden's Cleugh (!!!) and then up and over Harbour Hill, the one after that with the metal thing at the top and then the one with the white thing on it (could be Allermuir). Then we came back round the front of Castle Law on a track which is usually boggy but is just nice just now.

It was rather serene and autumnal. Except for Peter who had had two strong coffees. He was flying up the hills, it has to be said. Also expressing strong opinions. We nearly had to have fisty-cuffs on a number of occasions.

My legs were okay but weren't that pleased with the downhills and likewise going downstairs today wasn't great. We kicked about various potential cycles but shelved the more ambitious options for a more humble route on cycle paths heading down as far as Auchindinny and then coming back to Dalkeith and back into Edinburgh. The sun showed briefly but was soon replaced with grey clouds again and the only cafe on the route was closed on a Sunday. Not the world's most exciting cycle although it was good to see how a few routes connected up with each other.

Peter saw one painted lady but she flew off.

there was a weird non-bow rainbow thing over Bonnyrigg.