Saturday, December 02, 2006
Hey, music lover! Minge, Phyllis, Meg and wee Mary today went for a drive into The Kingdom Of Fife. And beyond! Yes, dear reader, beyond!
First stop, Lower Largo.
I'd love to live in one of those houses, as seen above. The thought of the waves crashing against my house in the middle of the night fills me with an excitement I cannot express in words.
Die himmel o le ciel.
Lower Largo is a bit like Key Largo, only it looks totally different, the spoken accent is not similar at all and the former suffers much, much colder weather. Oh, and they use different money. So it's not a bit like it at all then, really, dear reader. Sorry for misleading you. You may punish me in whichever way you see fit. Just so long as you don't leave any marks.
Elie. Meg enjoyed looking over the harbour wall.
Mary, like her Father, prefers sitting on it.
Pittenweem. Meus amigos, a red post box and red telephone kiosk. How terribly British. If we cede from the union, do you think they'll be painted blue or something? That's the post box and telephone kiosk, not the human and dogs.
This is Pittenweem harbour. Just along from here is Cellardyke, the first place in the UK where a case of bird flu was confirmed. Scary, dear reader.
This is Saint Fillan's cave. Saint Fillan came to Pittenweem a long, long time ago (I can still remember) to convert the Picts from this most basic accommodation. Oh, incidentally, I think any town with Pitt ot Pit in it can generally be said to have been founded by the Picts. Which is fabulous.
I loved this house, Edina's Cottage. Monsoon?
Check out the building to the right of it, set back. A synagogue. Curious to find a synagogue in such a wee town. As far as I know, there is only one in Edinburgh, and it's a big city. Pittemweem is tiny. I don't know if it's still in operation, we didn't go looking. I can find no evidence of it on the internet.
Pittenweem's 15th Century kirk.
Anstruther. See the white house on the right of the photograph, dear reader? The next building has red windows (or something like that). Now look at the following building. It's a fish and chip shop, the Anstruther Fish Bar. The best in Scotland. No, really. They have awards. Lots of them. And well deserved.
The tastiest fish and chips I've ever had. I kid ye not. I must find an excuse to go back.
After filling our bellies, we drove on to Saint Andrews for an ice cream. Then back in the car to complete the round trip. Above, we see our approach to Dundee over the road bridge.
One doesn't want to stop in Dundee. It's best to keep going. At the end of the bridge, turn left, dear reader.
Oh, look! That train was doing its best to out-run us, hen! It succeeded.
It headed off over the rail bridge, to Edinburgh. We drove along the Tay, past the airport, heading for Perth. Then home.
I was glad to get home, dear reader.