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Sunday 15 July 2007

Lower Largo to Elie


After a months inactivety due to bad weather, we finally got the
coastal show back on the road, under a sea blue sky.

The journey from Lower Largo to Elie itself was uneventful. Miles of golden sands, a rocky peninsula and a Porpoise that remained hidden beneath the waves.

Calvin discovered Gandalf's staff of power, and the rocky headland of Shell Bay was beset by a swarm (or is that a shoal?) of fishermen. Rocky paths winding round, inspiration is to be found...

Sunday 3 June 2007

East Wemyss to Lower Largo


Todays 7 mile walk covered some of the best bits of the Fife Coastal path... and some of the worst.

Things started off brightly enough at East Wemyss with our poking our heads briefly into the Wemyss Caves. These have the oldest examples of art found to date in Scotland. We didn't see any of these Pictish masterpieces, but hey it was dark.

After that we followed the coast to Macduff Castle, where we had a short sojourn. After which, it was "Onwards Macduff" to Deliverance country.

A recent development on the shore, forces you inland through Buckhaven and Methil. With inbred looking foul mouthed brats hanging around the blighted streets, the only thing missing was someone on a wall playing "The Duelling Banjos". If they ever film a post apocalyptic film and need a location, complete with mutants, they could save money shooting it here.

Leven to Lower Largo in contrast was superb with a couple of miles of beach walking providing a good antidote to the dead zone of the previous 2 miles. Walking miles of empty beach you almost fealt like Robinson Crusoe on his desert island, or like the real life inspiration for the character Alexnder Selkirk who coincidentally (not) came from our final destination for the day, Lower Largo.

Sunday 27 May 2007

Ravenscraig Castle to East Wemys


After a delay of a few weeks to allow for recovery from my trip to India, we set off again on the Fife Coastal path.

They don't call the Fife Coast the castle coast for nothing, on this leg of the journey we passed a total of four before rendevousing with the town of East Wemys. Another healthy day on the coast, apart from the tea and a bun consumed at the old harbourmasters house at Dysart that is.

Sunday 6 May 2007

Kinghorn to Ravenscraig Castle

Todays leg of the Fife Coastal Path was cut short due to the onset of showers. Not that you'd think so looking at the sea blue sky in the picture of the first of two ruined castles (Seafield Tower) we encountered.

Still, undaunted by a spell of light drizzle, we left Kinghorn behind us and moved on to Kirkcaldy and Ravenscraig Castle. En-route we encountered a small colony of seals basking in the sun and a small furry creature that disapeared into the undergrowth.

Sunday 29 April 2007

Aberdour to Kinghorn

Resuming the walk from where we left off last week at Aberdour train station, we made our way down the coast to Kinghorn via Burntisland. On the way we passed a monument to Alexander III, last Celtic king of Scotland. In 1286 the 44 year old king died in a fall from horseback in the dark traveling to visit the queen, at our destination for the day, Kinghorn. He was later buried in Dunfermline Abbey.

There's a theory that Alexander was desperate for a bit of royal nookie and that it was this that caused him to ride like a bat out of hell in the dark, become separated from his escort and make like an Italian footballer over the edge. The queen must have been some kind of woman.

Although there's no cliff at this spot, there is a steep embankment and it's thought his horse lost its footing sending him to his doom.

As an aside Alexander was coronated on Moot Hill, Scone. But that's a moot point.

As you can see from the above picuture, 15 miles into the walk, we're not flagging yet.

Sunday 22 April 2007

Aberdour


A tad slow for 8 miles, clocking in at just under 4 1/2 hrs.

Still Rome wasn't built in a day and we will get fitter. Fitter, stronger, faster.