(I would imagine, much like the rest of the UK, Pettycur and Kinghorn are experiencing the warmest summer for years. Back down in Bedfordshire, after our wonderful nine month stay in Fife, it is strange to reflect on posts I wrote last winter and scheduled for now, but I had my reasons to postpone their release so here is my description of a winter morning in Fife and a wonderful walk along the coastal path!)
This morning the wind is raging, rattling the windows. The tide is out so far you feel you could walk on water to Edinburgh and the orange of the iconic Forth Bridge is clearly visible. The expanse of sandy shore beckons, (not the singer) but it’s with a forked tongue, since I know from experience that it’s perishing out there. North of us there’s snow but not here on the coast.
Since our return from the Orkneys only ten days ago, we’ve been fortunate to see seals just off the coast near Kinghorn, only a couple of miles from where we are living. That’s a first in the wild for me; a moment to treasure. Then on Saturday March 1st under blue skies we walked the coastal path from Lower Largo to Elie, probably the most spectacular scenery we’ve encountered so far. The clouds followed us in the distance as we strode along the empty beach – took a detour over wooden walkways, across a small estuary and mud-flats, then a short walk around Shell Beach to the cliff walk. This section reminds me of the West Country or Guernsey, but as we walk up the cliff steps we are aware that we are right above a chain walk around the shore line which, from guidebooks, looks perfect for an adrenaline junkie; challenging to say the least.
Instead we climbed the narrow stone steps, to be avoided in wet weather for all but the mountain goats among us, right to the top, where we sat and soaked up both the view over to Elie and the hint of spring sunshine.
Looking back across the bay we could just make out the jutting rocks of Pettycur in the far distant mist and it was gratifying – a boost to our sense of well-being in fact – that we’d walked the whole way! In manageable chunks I have to admit but it was satisfying nonetheless.
A walk beside the golf course and along the narrow streets of Earlsferry and we were relieved to reach a welcoming cafe in Elie and lunch, before catching the bus back to our car, tired yet content. Those clouds never did catch up with us.
Today I breath in the vista before me from the comfort of our third floor flat overlooking Pettycur Bay. Each moment is precious as I am increasingly aware that our time here coming to an end. Unless?