I am a child of the late 70’s, resident in Edinburgh and so stereotypical in Caledonian appearance that a small boy stood and shouted ‘Scottish! You’re Scottish!” at me several times over. He was correct, but given this was right in front of my flat and therefore in the capital of Scotland, hardly a revelation, I’d have thought.
I cycle lots. The getting to shops kind, the ten of miles of rolling countryside kind, the gritted teeth hill sprint kind, the rush-hour traffic extreme sports fauxenger filtering kind. I’m also fairly keen for that last one to become optional. To that end I’ve got a foot in the Pedal on Parliament camp.