A run in the afternoon sunshine saw me pass this triumphal arch entrance to the Wemyss and March Estate in East Lothian.
A study in Victorian excess, there’s even a gatehouse built into the substantial walls.
I wasn’t sure if I’d manage to get out this weekend due to the recent problems in getting fuel caused, mainly, by self-serving politicians trying for a sound-bite this week. Like lemmings, the brain-dead have been queuing up and draining petrol stations dry just ‘in case’ after our transport minister suggested that folk fill up whenever they could to pre-empt a strike by tanker drivers nationally. Something that now doesn't look like it will go ahead.