Silver tops still wandering

We have had to be a bit more organised. The busses are a challenge and we had to stick to a bit of a timetable. Long days and big miles. But we endured and kept on racking up the miles.

We enjoyed the re routing! We fell into the wonderful Bowhouse.

We went surprisingly well after this little stop!

Onwards…

We stopped to look at some dooking places but had to crack on.

Pittenween was deserted. Not a menopausal mermaid in sight!

Still blowing a hooley but lovely blue skies.

A treat at the little tea shop that looks over the harbour and then the  negotiating of a very rugged part of the trail. This meant much leaning on banks, stones and coming down steps backwards. Not least because we both forgot our walking poles. We trotted along complimenting ourselves on how much stonger and fitter we must be. Stroppy knees and bonky hip were quite a nuisance. I silenced them with the ‘big guns’. I completed the distance on a Tramadol high!

And so we ‘turned the corner’. No longer were we looking over the estuary to North Berwick but out to sea and Norway. It was very noticeable…wind in our faces and hair at 180 degrees to our heads!

What an absaloute treat to be picked up by our chauffeur and driven home. Even after an 8 mile walk we had loads of the day left. 

Day off tomorrow…going for Sunday lunch. A big pull on Monday, 12 tide dependant miles to St Andrews.