As you'll have intuited, I shan't keep you long.... They're on the golf course at Hoylake and it's my intention to pop for their streaming packages in a few minutes and to take it all in, at least until we head over to the Craighead for a noon tee time.
The headline to share is that my camera has died. OK, what's actually died almost assuredly is the camera's battery and, were I home, I'd be receiving a replacement battery from Amazon today....But, the whole point (and the only time I actually use this camera) is when I'm an ocean from home, so we'll be muddling through with the phone from here on. And with the Open on and Elsie and John arriving on Monday, we'll be understandably pacing ourselves for the remaining time here.
Pretty much every morning begins with a walk to the tidal pool:
It never gets old to us, though your mileage may vary.... We always ask those we see leaving the pool how their swim was and the answers don't vary, the water is always characterized as being warm and fresh....Given that it's basically the North Sea, color me skeptical, but the bride has not yet ventured in.
Took a lovely walk along the Fife Coastal Path to Anstruther:
It's a great spot, though as typical here it takes one across the Anstruther nine-holer:
That's the green of the famous Rockies hole looking back to the tee, with that brow short of the green specifically designed to kick your ball into the Firth of Forth. And the next one as well... and since the Firth is marked as OB, you'll be exhausting your ammo supply, the best argument for a Stableford for sure.
Anstruther is a little too cosmopolitan for our tastes:
Little alleyways are called wynds, though shouldn't they give us the updated name?
Egads, I can remember when Scotland was a classy place where you could bring the kids:
Don't tell Napoleon or Tate, but they have kitties in Scotland:
Officer, I'd like to report a robbery:
When was the Rev last seen? Sometime in late 1791....
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Oddly fascinating watching the small fishing boats come and go, mostly after langoustines we think:
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This is about as busy as we've caught the pool:
It's not uncommon for the wind to sit down late in the day, and we were able to eat dinner outside:
We grabbed a bench late and spent a few minutes watching this family trying to catch something, although we don't know what:
I mentioned our wynds above, this being the closest to our house:
Some have stairs and this is wider than most, but that photo in no way captures the pitch, as each walk up it requires an oxygen break halfway up.
We also took a trip over to Kellie Castle, where we thought we'd previously visited, but were likely mistaken in that:
The gardens being much of the appeal, though the tour of the interior had much of interest.
In the courtyard we found this gent with a Harris Hawk, which oddly enough is native to the American Southwest:
The oldest section of the castle inconceivably dates to the 1100's, the tower to the left of the drainpipe:
As explained, they'd have had some sort of steps or ladder to enter at the second floor, one that could be pulled up when under attack. That might work, as long as the larder was full...
Dinner at one of our faves, the Dreel Tavern. Last year Elsie and John convinced us to walk there, easy enough but just something that never occurred to us. We wanted to do the same this year, but the heavens opened up at exactly the wrong time:
Another spectacular evening displaying Pittenweem at its best:
As we were winding down, a call came from Theresa upstairs, who didn't want me to miss this cherry on our day:
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