A very pleasant walk in Fife, despite the dog
A more leisurely day is in prospect today. More Bruce people – Alastair, Ruairidh (age 10), Riona (age 8, who did the walk to Montrose), and Anne, who has two sticks, and that dog Bailey again. We’re walking about seven miles along the coast and though the sun ain’t shining, it’s pleasant enough.
Actually it’s very pleasant. The walk is nice and varied, with beaches and paths and old railway tracks, one or two decent cliffs, a golf course with lots of rules plastered all over the place about how you have to behave (honestly!), and a ruined old chapel just past Earlsferry.
Of all my various journeys so far, this is probably the easiest and is certainly the slowest. These children, although they never stop talking to each other, are constantly finding things to do on the beaches, while the daft dog spends the first couple of hours chasing the waves and tiring himself out. Clever things, dogs.
So with one thing and another, including a picnic, we take almost four hours to cover the distance. But no-one is complaining, least of all me after all my exertions recently, and thankfully there’s no need for any body double today. I have the road to myself.
Clearly we are getting near the end of this big trip and the skyline of Edinburgh, journey’s end, is visible over the sea or river or whatever it is. Shame, I’m enjoying all this.
