Today’s guest picture comes from a recent visit to Nantwich by my brother Andrew. Not only was the architecture stunning but it had a coffee house. He was very happy.
The chief business of the day was shedding a tear or two as we said goodbye to Matilda who was taking her parents back to Edinburgh.
Mrs Tootlepedal lifted her on to the harbour wall for a last look at the sea before she left.
We shall miss Anstruther ourselves when we go home tomorrow. I had a walk round while I was waiting for Matilda to finish her packing.
Both Mrs Tootlepedal and I like this view across the harbour from our cottage.
At the harbour fishing boats had been drawn up for a little refurbishment.
After several windy days, it was much quieter today and both new leisure craft and historic working boats were in reflective mood.
When we leave tomorrow, I shall miss the sights and sounds of the sea…
…and the endless fun of watching the birds on the water, on the walls and in the air outside our door.
After the Edinburgh crew had departed, Mrs Tootlepedal and I got our bikes out and went for a ride to give ourselves something else to think about.
The roads of the East Neuk of Fife are a treat for gentle cyclists. Even the busier roads are very quiet at this time of year and both main and side roads were very well surfaced so that all our attention could be focussed on the spacious views and not in checking for potholes.
We decided on a 17 mile circular tour with interruptions.
The first interruption were unscheduled but I thought it worthwhile to record the striking varieties of yellow provided by rape, dandelion and gorse as we pedalled along.
It was very mellow.
Our first scheduled stop was at Cambo House, where we had been told that we would find another fine walled garden.
We cycled up a long drive and came to a big house.
If you have deep pockets you can stay here as a guest here but we just wanted to see the garden so we passed the house by and walked through the grounds towards the walled garden.
It was expensive enough to visit the garden but when we saw the number of plants and the size of the garden, we could see why they charged so much. There were hundreds of tulips….
The garden is unusual as the Cambo Burn flows through middle the wall on one side and out under the middle of the wall on the other side so the garden is made on two sloping banks.
It gives the gardeners an opportunity for some very pretty landscaping.
They have a famous collection of snowdrops around the house but they were over for the year and the walled garden was waiting for the herbaceous borders to develop but there were still plenty of interesting things to see, both rather exotic…
…and more ordinary…
The glasshouses are being reconstructed but they look as though they will be quite impressive when they are finished.
There is nothing to beat spending a bit of money on plants to set a path off.
I went back and took another picture of the bridge in the centre of the garden just because I like bridges.
Mrs Tootlepedal often regrets that we are not in a position to heed the first Lord Rothschild’s admonition, “No garden, however small, should contain less than two acres of rough woodland” but they tried their best here along a carefully gardened path from the stables to the house.
And they had some delightful banks on the policies round the house itself.
We stoked up with a cup of tea and a scone in their tearoom and then continued our cycle ride until we got the pottery at Crail.
This was like an Aladdin’s cave of good things and if you like looking at ceramics you can click here to see what they make. We liked them so much that we brought three pieces and put them into our bike baskets and pedalled very carefully home.
The weather was so kind, the roads so good and the interruptions so carefully chosen that the seventeen miles hardly seemed like any distance.
The cottage seemed strangely quiet in the evening.
The flying bird of the day may be the last flying gull for some time.