The weather went back to normal this morning. Rain. But the view was clear and we could easily see the small islands of Fidra and Craigleath and the oil drilling rigs off Kirkcaldy on the north side of the Firth of Forth.
One more week of travelling, Marge. Let’s make sure we enjoy these last few days. But first a walk up the road to the golf course to see the view to Bass rock and back towards North Berwick. We were only going to drive about thirty miles today so we decided to park Marge in the town where we took a walk around. It was a good move. The rain soon stopped and the sun even made a brief appearance.
John, a huge scotch egg fan, spotted some in a butcher's shop. Scotch eggs with a difference, wrapped in pastry, almost a scotch egg pie. No diet today. We sat on the seafront by St. Andrew’s Old Kirk to eat our lunch watching the incoming tide like a right pair of oldies. Realising we were the only people wearing waterproof trousers we promptly whipped them off not wanting to tempt the rain back.
Time to leave, but first John popped into a barbers for a hair cut whilst Angela walked back to Marge through the gardens of the North Berwick Lodge, an old dower house. Stopping at the aviary, the birds were a welcome flash of vibrant colour on an October day.
We’d really enjoyed our time at North Berwick and would come back again if we were in this area. Right, let’s go Marge. We wanted to take advantage of the fine weather so we could enjoy the coastal views as we drove to St. Abbs. The road down to St. Abbs harbour was interesting. A local man refused to back up, and Marge wasn’t having any of it. But she gave in, being the visitor.
After some confusion as to where the vans were allowed to overnight at the harbour we settled Marge with a sea view, put ten pounds through the slot of the harbour masters shed and walked up to the visitor centre. How long does it take to walk to the lighthouse at St. Abbs Head? There and back one and a half to two hours. It was four thirty, we should be able to do it before darkness began to fall. Take a torch, just in case. Not like us to be prepared.
The path took us up past the pumpkin patch and up onto the cliffs.
The walk along the cliff top was a little worrying in places, but the views of the rocks were amazing. Jagged and angry, they were softened by a covering of grass. A loud bang. What was that? Just a large piece of rock falling off the cliff over there. Best not to walk too close to the cliff edge. Less than one and a half hours later we were back. Another van arrived, and we spoke a few words with the couple who owned it. Pleased to be back at Marge, we couldn’t believe how tired we were. Tonight, we will be lulled to sleep by the waves and tomorrow awoken by the screech of seagulls.
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