I had to go back to Decathlon today because I realised that they’d overcharged me for the clothes I bought there on Wednesday. I cycled the direct route – along the canal, and what a glorious track it is.
The development of the Fountainbridge area has really come along well over the past year. It’s now quite an attractive part of town, with student flats, residential flats and a school.
Above is where, at Sighthill, the canal used to be breached.
The trip to Decathlon was much more enjoyable today without having Fat Mac complaining all the time from the rear. The wind was twice as strong this afternoon, so even if he’d come, Fat Mac would probably have quit before reaching Waitrose. I feel a responsibility to Fat Mac to try to get him out of his house more often, as most days he sits in his lobby thinking about death, doom and damnation, and then in the evenings he drinks in his kitchen, but it would be much easier if he wasn’t so crabbit all the time. In fact, what he really needs is a complete character transplant.