Cycling to the Cramond Inn!

Wednesday 9:15 p.m.
                                 The tree photies were taken yesteday when it was nice out, and sunny on the way home from the jobbie. The others were taken on the way to and from Cramond.
                                  I thought I'd better get on my bike to obviate any anxieties about doing the granny run through Lanarkshire on Friday, what with not being on the bike since a week past last Friday. Anxieties, anxieties ... you've got to watch out for anxieties. They're just anxieties.
                                  Before that we had a meeting at the jobbie because I'm bone lazy and don't do anything there if I can help it. Well, they probably think I must be doing something, but would never suspect that I'm sitting there for ages and ages sometimes with my eyeballs rolled up to the top of me head doing the bliss, as you do. But the meeting was very good and I might try to do something now, but it's difficult to get into that when one of the things you believe in, apart from not believing in things, is that doing things is pretty futile, given that you don't really know what the things are that you are doing.
                                   My game is concentrated inactivity, Jack. You should get the sack, Hotboy. If only ...
                                   The northern Edinburgh cycle paths are a strange oasis of silence and peace in the middle of the beautiful, wonderful city. Eerie and a bit weird with strange folk drifting along them. They must have been railway lines at some time.
                                    Being on my own, I got lost several times, but managed to get down to Cramond. I really like being in Cramond because the Romans were there once. Odd to think of guys from Africa and Germany being there so long ago; drinking wine, eating grapes, lounging about in the public baths.
                                     I stopped off at the Cramond Inn. It has been there since the beginning of the 17th century. I had a pint of Alpine Lager, weighing in at 4.5% and costing £2:08 a pint. What?!!! A beer down the road costs well over £3. So I had another one and £2:08 is all the charge for a beer!!
                                     Although I swore off all alcoholic beveridges many years ago now, I think I'd like to organise a visit there with Brian Wilson now that his new liver has settled down.
                                      I'm going to start having a wonderful time again!! My usual wonderful time!! I really am! I really am, Jack! I really am!