It's 5.30 in the morning and I am cycling through the streets of Edinburgh towards Waverley station. Cash machines blink at me from banks, and the eerie quiet is broken only by the growl of a taxi and the occasional burst of pre-dawn birdsong.
The eco friendly route there and back from Waverley Station BY ROB EDWARDS
It's 5.30 in the morning and I am cycling through the streets of Edinburgh towards Waverley station. Cash machines blink at me from banks, and the eerie quiet is broken only by the growl of a taxi and the occasional burst of pre-dawn birdsong.