We head out for a local drive in the afternoon to a seaside
village which had a reputation of being very picturesque . .
. and we were not disappointed by either the views or the lunch
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The following day we leave Peter to enjoy his golf and then
with Danielle, they headed off for an extended holiday on the
west coast of Scotland.
That day we headed across country via Dundee for lunch with
Margaret and Ron at Murthly good friends of Loes, before heading
back to Cumbria, as we had only planned a few days away from
home.
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In the village
of Crail at the end of the Fife peninsular . . . more
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A bit like Aberdour,
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The narrow streets took us down to the old harbour
at Crail.
We passed the Crail Gallery and Tearooms on
the way down, and enjoyed lunch there before we departed, some
hours later.

The harbour is still very much in use as a small
fishing port and is home for numerous lobster boats.
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With the boats come the creels or lobster pots
which line the harbour, ready for use.
These are baited then thrown overboard from the boats
and lie on the seabed waiting for any
inquisitive or hungry crabs or lobsters to step inside.
The top opening has a non-return design
and the catch is realised when the boats return later
to haul in and inspect the pots.
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A compact but very workable harbour, with perfect
protection from any easterly storms off the North Sea.

A fuller panorama of the harbour, taken from
the top of the wall . . . with my back to a 30ft drop !

Should the storm be southerly and too much for
the boats inside then baulks of timber could be lowered into
place to block the entrance.
The primary use of the crane on the jetty would
have been to lift the stout timber, but sadly the ravishes of
time and the high salt environment has rendered it inoperative.
With details for lunch worked out, we were joined
by the ladies and dogs, then walked down onto the sandy beach
that occupied the rest of the bay.

Time to climb back up the hill and enjoy that
lunch . . . the house on the hill, with the nameplate, was called
Brodie's Grannie's.
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The thin
window on the left of the harbour Master's Office would
once have held a Barometer. |
We managed to find a
table at the Crail Gallery and Tearooms. |

From the tearoom, the views out to sea were
superb. Just over five miles offshore was the nature reserve
of The Isle
of May
About a mile long, the long, thin island has
a chapel dedicated to St.Adrian and buildings include the Lighthouse
and a large fog horn tower seen here.
Away from the seal breeding season, boat trips
take day visitors out to see the bird colonies that thrive on
the island.
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After lunch we headed out past an old airfield,
now home to a go-carting school, to explore the headland and
its lighthouse that were marked on the map.

A viewing hide occupies the low ground next
to the path,
great for seeing passing migrating birds that
often follow the coastline north or south.

The "tall lighthouse" turns out to
be a low level building but with the classic lamp room, shining
clearly out to sea during the hours of darkness.
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Our visit to The Bothy Restaurant in St Andrews
last night was so good, that we repeated the experience the
second night.
Next day we were heading home but we had time
in the morning to briefly explore the harbour at St Andrews.
Before we left Peter had returned from an early
morning visit to the Old Course Clubhouse with a smile as broad
as his face . . . he has a game booked for the afternoon.
We however, should be heading home and wish
him luck when playing the course.

Under overcast skies we drive to the inlet that
has played an important part in the history of the town.

Nowadays it seems to survive on the inshore
fishing trade . . . lobsters again.
We have a lunchtime appointment with friends
near Sterling, which gives us the opportunity to divert slightly
north via the Tay Bridge to the city of Dundee.

The wider view across the Firth of Tay with
the long road bridge that crosses the river.
On the other side is an North Sea oil platform
of some description, moored up adjacent to Dundee docks.

A ship-like building, new since I was here last,
sits on the water side as if it was ready to set to sea.
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This is
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This contemporary architectural design is absolutely
stunning and includes a hidden arch underneath the building.

The structure is set amongst a shallow water
scape which emphasised its shape and originality. Sadly we didn't
have time to go inside.
Alongside the new is an example of the old .
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Out here, a part of Dundee now called Discovery
Point, lies the Royal Research Ship "Discovery".
This was the Ship that Captain Scott took to
the Antarctic, originally just to explore and research an area
little known to Europeans at that time.
On board were two other men who were destined
to become famous, Ernest Shackleton and Edward Wilson.

The ship was built to withstand the ice and
after its return from Antarctica went on to see active service
in the First World War.
It returned to the task of Antarctic Research
in the 1920's and provided evidence of the life cycle of whales
and the evidence needed to preserve them from extinction.

After a brief walk around, it was back to the
car to continue our journey west and then south towards home.

The Tay
Railway Bridge at two and three quarters of a mile long,
is even longer than the road bridge we crossed earlier.
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This is the second rail bridge to occupy the site.
The first bridge famously collapsed in 1879, with
significant loss of life,
as a train was crossing the structure during a storm.
The new bridge was built 1887, parallel to the old
line
and some of the pillars of the original bridge
appear to show in the previous picture.
As we passed beneath it,
a local train crossed above us
after the long crossing of the Tay.
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No photos sadly, but at the end of the morning
we stopped off at Murthly in the Tay Valley close to Perth,
and enjoyed lunch out with Loes's friends Margaret
and Ron.
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Predicted queues on the motorway, and a desire
to use the smaller roads where possible, found us taking a more
unusual route south.
This was the M74 Services, but we had approached
it from the old A74.

The road led us south via Lockerbie to Gretna
and the Scottish Border once again.

Not even a bump in the road, just a brief sign
welcoming us back to Cumbria.
From Gretna it wa a relatively short hop to
Carlisle and then Cockermouth, and our return to Loweswater.