A wee scoot round Holyrood and up the Seat on Friday evening. I wasn't feeling great - first run of the week since I did something to my glute and it was playing up. Just mild, but I did wonder about the wisdom of the planned 30miler TB I had pencilled in for Saturday. Should I maybe just go to the Pentlands with Mary? And yet the weather was set fair and this might be the last of the summer sunshine. I thought a run would answer the question but it didn't really. However when I got home there was a message from Steve. Was I going on the 9am train? You bet!
there is a heavily laden apple tree just yards from the Queens Drive
19 miles away