Exploring the coast here in Fife to look for somewhere to live, that was close enough to Dunfermline and yet appealed to us country folk from Bedfordshire, wasn’t difficult.
‘It would be lovely to see the Forth,’ I mused one day. Little did I know that the powers of the universe had a perfect place lined up for us. The moment we looked out of the lounge window of this flat here at Pettycur we said we’d take it. We didn’t even know if it had a TV or table. We were just mesmerized by the view! What a sight.
We were on the third floor of a small block of apartments over looking the sandy bay at Pettycur – sand stretching out along the rugged coast all the way to Burntisland, where we had enjoyed fish and chips on the beach the previous evening. In the distance the Forth Bridge is visible in the mist and to our right is Edinburgh and the backcloth of mountains to complete the picture. That isn’t all. Closer to the right is the tiny fishing harbour of Pettycur – once the main ferry route from Leith to Fife in days gone by.
After a day together sorting out our life in boxes and bags, then walking to Kinghorn, an equally beautiful bay and harbour, my husband was back to work, leaving me to settle into a routine with my writing and reveling in my surroundings.
To say that I am truly blessed is an understatement.