Today’s guest picture comes from a walk that my brother did last month. He remarks, ” If you choose to close your teashop at 4pm, I can’t think of a nicer way to tell thirsty ramblers.”
We had another fine and windy day here with occasional showers, very fine and very windy. It was pretty chilly when I went to get the newspaper after breakfast but as the day went on, it warmed up nicely.
I had a quiet morning while various members of the group walked round the town or went to the beach to dig sandcastles.
After lunch, Matilda went for a nap and I went for a walk along the Fife Coastal Path with my wife and son (Ally and Alistair, hence the ‘et al and et al’ of the title).
We walked eastwards towards Crail, the next village along the coast and this had the advantage of giving us thewind and sun at our backs, ideal for walking and snapping as we went along.
There was lots to see on the way. New ducks…
Very small birds
White stuff beside the track, sometimes vegetable….
…and sometimes mineral.
The most surprising thing that we saw was a kestrel, which rose up from the beach and obligingly hovered a short way off for quite long enough for me to get the camera out.
The least surprising was large quantities of celandine and lichens…
…but they were very welcome all the same.
We did see a very strange boat which passed on its way along the Forth.
The Isle of May looked like a huge whale riding the waves.
We were walking along flat ground on the very edge of the seashore until we came to a large and unexpected outcrop of rock.
The weathering was wonderful.
For a moment it felt as though we were in one of those canyons that appear in Westerns…but not quite on the same scale.
We could have spent some time there but we walked on and finally got our first glimpse of Crail.
It is undoubtedly a picturesque spot.
As you can see, the town is built up a cliff and as we climbed up towards the town, we could look down on the harbour below us.
We had arranged for Clare to drive Matilda to meet us when she woke from her nap. The times for Matilda’s nap and our four mile walk fitted very satisfactorily and not long after we got to Crail, we were joined by the chief guest.
We walked down to the harbour (not very interesting and with the light in the wrong direction anyway) and then walked a bit back up the hill…
…to find a small art gallery which had an outside tea room with an excellence view.
.It was breezy but just warm enough to sit outside with pleasure (and a coat) so we had a cup of tea and a slice of cake or two between us. While I was settling the account, Alistair borrowed my camera and took a picture of the chief guest.
After our tea, Clare drove Alistair and Mrs Tootlepedal back and since there was only room for four in the car, I walked back the way we had come.
I was really pleased to have this opportunity, as the walk was as good going back as it was coming and although the wind was still brisk and in my face this time, it wasn’t strong enough by this time of the day to spoil a good four mile walk.
All in all, I walked eight miles, which is the furthest that the new knee has gone in one day. As it took no hurt and my other leg seemed to have benefited from the exercises, I can see no reason why some more good walks should not be on the menu if we get some good days this summer. Considering that I was struggling to walk two miles a couple of years ago, this is a tribute to the National health Service.
Just a note here for those interested in hydration and feeding when taking exercise. I needed no less that two cups of weak tea, a slice of lemon drizzle cake and three small pieces of tablet to sustain me for the two and a half hours of exercise. Of course I carefully balanced my limited hydration by employing ancient mystical methods of reducing evaporation as I went along. I walked nice and slowly.
Mrs Tootlepedal cooked us an excellent tea to round off the day and we were all pleasantly tired by the end if it.
The flying bird of the day is that obliging kestrel.