Our outdoor swimming itch took us to Coldingham Bay in the Borders for a bit of a dook.
Team Johnston spent Hogmanay with Team Smyde down near Cockburnspath which was a relaxed but fab evening of chilli and whisky. We also took a wander down to Cove.
Just an ordinary, cold, sunny day with Neil on the Berwickshire Coastal Path from Dowlaw to St Abbs. With added seals! We got so close to them, the wee white ones are just pups, only a couple of weeks old.
Apparently they come here every winter for a couple of months of breeding. We saw them in three different bays along St Abbs Head. An absolute treat.
The views were pretty amazing, on a par with my last trip here a few months back. There are a couple of old stone/bronze/iron forts where the rings of trenches and barriers are really clear.
The cliffs are truly spectacular.
Pettico Wick was lovely wee stone beach and harbour, where the seals set up camp to breed and the national trust ranger, a guy called Kieran, had set up camp to observe. And we spent a lovely 10 minutes chatting about the seals behaviour and watching them through binoculars.
The rock formations in the background gave us a lot of pause for thought too. Nature at its best in one small bay.
More seals were to be found in each of the next three bays.
Two sections of this coastal path completed, two to go at some point.
A few pictures from a recent walking trip with our new van.
Sunday morning rear view at St Abb’s harbour.
Berwick Coast Watch building.
A sea cave near Berwick.
Needles Eye formation.
Old Smugglers cottage at Lamberton Skerrs.
Partanhall at Burnmouth.
Bernie getting tucked in by the sea on Saturday night.
And the Sunday morning sunrise.
and the film…
With Brexit and Ecksit dominating the headlines, Neil, Dave, Tony and I headed to St. Andrews for some escapism and a weekend adventure. On the Saturday Neil and I decided to walk some of the Fife Coastal Trail from Lower Largo to Anstruther. That was the escapism from Barnier and May. The adventure came in the form of the Elie Chain Walk, a tide level section that involves much rock hopping and dangling from metal chains over fear inducing heights and white, bubbly seas.
Dumbarnie Links was blowy but looked lovely in the warmth of the morning sun. Old WW2 barriers were dotted around the sand like chocolate squares. We walked past Ruddon’s Point and Shell Bay and reached Kincraig Hill, where the adventure really got going.
Caves and strange rock formations were admired and explored as the sea cliffs rose up above us. From here, we worked our way around the rocky peninsula using the chains and good balance.
It took us about 45 minutes to get from the start to the end of the chain walk where we reached the next beach.
As well as the basalt columns we saw buzzards, kestrels and even a peregrine falcon.
When we finally came out onto the beach, we found a top spot and lunched with sushi and rolls and fruit pastilles. Sitting, we quickly cooled after our scrambling so got moving again and passed St. Monan’s and Pittenweem and some old buildings on the way.
By this point we were getting close to our destination at Anstruther. Our prize was going to be some Anstruther chips so onward we strode past the rising tide.
The chips we ate while sat at the harbour were the tastiest I’ve ever had. Crunchy and dipped in brown sauce. Although we were so tired that I could have been eating a raw tattie and considered it a delicacy.
It is worth pointing out that if Theresa May scrambled her way over the Elie Chain Walk in the same way she has scrambled through the Brexit process, she would have gotten pretty wet. Anyway…
I’m keen on further adventures in Fife and its coastal trail. But a week away to Boat of Garten is coming up fast. Back to the mountains.