punctures and geocaches
So much for the boy leaving home - he's hardly what you'd call independent yet! Handsome took his bike across mid week, but apparently delivered it complete with it's own puncture. We don't think Hairy's ever had to repair a puncture before... but he did try, with over-phone and msn messenger instructions from Handsome. But this morning we had a call to say all efforts had failed.
We did have jellyish unset plans to go out for a walk, so we decided we'd better go for a drive instead. Just as well, turns out the puncture was probably Handsome's fault. He'd borrowed the tyres to cycle into work last week (because his are off-road tyres, and apparently they don't work on roads) and when he was putting them back onto Hairy's bike, he'd pinched the inner-tube. Anyway, it gave us a chance to go and find a bike shop in Glasgow.
Gosh, there's a bike shop in Central Scotland we'd never been to before!
Bike shop browsing opportunity over, we hauled back out of Glasgow and headed home via the Fort, which is a huge shopping centre off the M8. It has Borders. Well, fair's fair, I'd been in a bike shop. We had coffee, and I looked at masses of books, and made notes about which ones I could borrow (cash flow situation), but I was sorely tempted by the new Christopher Brookmyre - especially as Handsome sat next to a pile of copies with our coffee. I resisted, but only because a) I know I can borrow it from a friend soon (or at least as soon as his whole family has read it), b) I know Papa'll buy it next time he's in an airport, which is a fairly regular occurance and c) I bought myself a compensatory bookmark, which cost much less, but made me feel that I was not walking out of a bookshop with nothing in my hands.
I think that's a double negative...
Then we went home via some geocaches - we did the one by the M8 with the really big head sculpture - it's even huger up close. I took photos, but I haven't downloaded them yet - maybe I'll update later, maybe I'll pinch somone else's picture off the internet. Then we did one of those roadside caches that I hate, and really are pointless, but Handsome needs the numbers. And then we did a lost railway line one, which would probably have been fine if we'd found the right path down. We didn't. So we trogged down embankments, under bridges, through barbed wire (bear hunt?) and brambles until we found it. And then we found the path everyone else had used to get there, so we used that to get out.
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