Menootnaboot; Fife, contd.

....ahhhhhhh... Kingsbarns... a few degrees more (at least ten), and I might just dibble my toes... 

Anyhoo... on the second day, I had to gird my loins to leave and move on again. Only after having lunch and a bit of housework first, though. (On food, tomorrow's 'views' will be various dishes prepared in The Grey Kitchen!)

Next stop, St Andrews. Famous for its university - and a certain romance. A most delightful town, no doubt, but by the time I drove in, the sunshine had disappeared, and the rain was back with a fierce wind and a hint of ice. On the plus side, I drove to the harbour with low expectations of getting parked - and bowl me over with a wet fish; I got parked right on the harbour beside the creels!!!

As you see, we were not alone. Both those campers stayed the night on that spot, which I might have done too, had I some levelling blocks. However, the sideways incline for more than just the afternoon was not comfortable, so as soon as I saw a space down by the St Leonard's school wall, we shifted.

While awaiting that availability, though, I got the Rolls-later out, and we went a circuit along this harbour path, out over the Kinness bridge and round onto the East Sands Beach, where a famous shack offers the ultimate toasted sandwiches. Macaroni and cheese like you never had before. I forgot to take a photo of that, but there are plenty available online! Seven pounds for a sanger might be considered steep, but this was a meal, so rich in cheese I almost couldn't finish it. Almost, I said. Mind you, I did have to rush it back to Grey, along the beach-side path, with the wind to my back now, because I couldn't feel my fingers, and I really wouldn't want to drop it. The Gulls wouldn't have given me the chance, anyway. 

To work off a little of the food glut, I did a short circuit up by the Cathedral ruins—but the light was fading, and my fingers were well-frozen, so photos were a bit limited. Works are ongoing, so access is also restricted. 

Of course, you will see more from here in upcoming 'Me-Now-Views' posts.

The park-up was perfect. Public toilets were nearby, and the bin was right behind me. It was free and unrestricted, and after rush hour, it was perfectly peaceful. I could hear the sea pounding with the wind, but I was slightly sheltered from it. ... deep breaths ... Morning came too soon!

The next move was to head for the Tay Bridge and over to Dundee, in the shire of Angus. However, before that, one last charge on the Fife chargers provided at the Tay Bridge Viewing Park.

That sort of gives a hint of the sort of weather I was driving towards! Across that bridge, it all turned to winter again. That's for the next episode...