Ee's a miserable git

That BondBloke, that is. You would have thought he would be grateful to be taken out for the afternoon, distracted from his worries, given some necessary exercise, etc. etc. And all he can do is insult my camera and my photographs and complain about the "torture". Since it has been me with the dodgy knees for the last six months or more, not him, you'd think he'd have sympathy for me. However, I should admit that I am certainly stiff too.

Well I think this little picture of him striding on ahead without regard for my interests tells you everything you need to know. The rest can be found here on Flickr. They're not that bad, honest. I don't know why he has to diss my camera...

Surprisingly, this was our first time on the Pentlands since we arrived here more than twelve months ago. And they are certainly proper hills and all that, but also remarkably quiet. Today wasn't such a lovely day as last Sunday, but it was a perfectly respectable day for walking, so I thought that somewhere as close to the city as Hillend would be rather busier than it was. Well, I am certainly not complaining. Next Sunday I shall be in Ann Arbor, Michigan (hopefully - and not in an American prison cell), preparing for the lectures I have to give there during the following week. So it was great to get some Scottish fresh air on the weekend before I leave.

Before leaving I thought it would be a good idea to upload all my Dubrovnik photos (see here); and I decided to take the opportunity afforded by sorting out my photos to entertain you with this - a photo of Junior Bond (the one in the black shorts) enjoying a successful adult senior boxing debut in Edinburgh earlier this week. Now there's a difficult one for all the mothers out there. What would you do if your son decided he wanted to do this? I suppose it is better than smashing up bus shelters and robbing grannies, but possibly not that much better. It's a shame Jane is away in Dubrovnik, because I am sure she would have something to say about this.