I had a very educational ride to Gifford in the company of "mad, bad and dangerous to know" David Gardner today.
Any initial concerns over the mismatch in head heights presented by our very different choices of bike (me on a road bike, David, and I'd better get this bit right, on a Nazca Fuego) evaporated as I found I could make out every word whether in front, behind or along-side.
I don't know whether to start with the route or the wide ranging topics of conversation. But over the course of our ride from Musselburgh Harbour via Cousland and East Saltoun to Gifford we basically put the world to right. Paths, helmets, cycle training, cycling abroad, recumbents (natch), cycling clubs and favourite cycling routes so engrossed us that we noticed not a single bird, animal or old brick.
Great lunch at the cafe in Gifford though we still felt the need of liquid refreshment at the Goth in Prestonpans. A folk club laid on suitable entertainment and with their rousing melodies still ringing in our ears we arrived back in Musselburgh though David still had miles to go. A thoroughly enjoyable time was had.