One of the pleasures after returning from a trip away is looking at the snaps and remembering all the things I forgot or did not really appreciate at the time.
We ate lunch in North Berwick – yet again it was a really windy day and the tightly packed yachts in the harbour were surging and snaking around with every incoming wave
The other harbour that struck me was Elie on the North Bank. The yachts are on a sandy beach just behind the sea wall. They obviously have a pretty rough life.
These doors in North Berwick are a real treat – they are changing rooms for the local sailing club.
This grey yacht was one of the wrecks in Charlestown. I enjoy guessing what sort of person owns her.
public sculpture – the smirking seal of North Berwick.
and this bloke at the same birdwatching centre
St Monans has a small welly garden that has grown oragnically through the efforts of locals and holidaymakers.
I think it is an entrancing installation
We also spotted this fat dog sitting on a bench outside an ice cream shop. Despite Maggie being on uber-heat he looked at her, sniffed her, touched noses and then stayed just where he was. Look at the detail on the bench – it is a work of art in its own right.
This window box is a treat – and it has two little figures hidden among the flowers
The bass rock is a wonderful thing to see. The white is from the bodies of the birds clustered on it. It looks photo-shopped into the image. The Bass is one of several volcanic plugs that stick up above the relatively flat landscape of the Firth of Forth.
These two sensible slogans adorn the walls of the local boys club
and finally a reminder of what the weather was doing to us through the whole ten days