The 7.30 group headed off to the badlands of Craigmillar where the sublime (the castle) sits above the ridiculous (woods with piles of old asphalt, rusted car wrecks and, how on earth did it get there, a large concrete lamp post).
With at least four new runners, the short history of Craigmillar and surrounds was recited at the regular stops. The new runners also found out that if they run ahead Willie then decides to suddenly change route!
We all got back a few minutes before Gordon’s 7 o’clockers returned from their Craiglockhart and Braids run, with a Blackford Quarry Arète to sort the men from the boys before braving the shouts of “Fore” on the golf course.