Took a whim last night to take the camp stove to work so I could cook myself brekkie on Arthur's Seat this morning. And was I going to let a little wind put me off?
Seriously, sitting eating bacon, drinking freshly brewed coffee (at home, popped in a flask mug), watching a Kestrel hunting, seeing the sun come up, losing the feeling in your fingers from the cold, watching a metallic-orange-lycra-clad cross-country ski-training-bod on long rollerbladey things, is hard to beat.
Thoguh I might wait till spring before the next time - although a nice crisp clear winter morning would be nice...
Oh, and porridge next time. Easier/quicker than sausages, bacon and eggs.
Untitled by blackpuddinonnabike, on Flickr
Untitled by blackpuddinonnabike, on Flickr