Two Weeks To Go

Tomorrow Kirsty and I do our last loooong run before the big day.  We're going to test our kit, our routine and ourselves on a 12 mile jog from Leith to Balerno.  Here's hoping we find the car at the other end okay...

In other news Rosco can finally clamber all over a shed roof without being told off cause he actually owns it:

And one of the quantifiable joys of my current loss of peripateticism is today's potato crop, half of which was consumed within a hour of this photo, with homegrown mint, and home-grown tomato and basil: