I drove down and spent a night at St Cyrus, then the next wee stretch back at Friokheim. The plan was then to pay a visit to central Fife... but a slight misunderstanding between Miss Guidance and myself ended up in my taking a westward turn out of Dundee on a long and unforgiving stretch of road where it became necessary to give up thinking of throwing a U-turn and, instead, head to the next parking point in Cowdenbeath. It proved a worthy enough decision, as the rain was continuing to make its presence felt.
Except for that brief moment when the clouds broke... In the space of five minutes, it went from silver, gold, to amber-rose...
You will note, too, that there are very few leaves left on their branches. The clouds soon stitched themselves together again, and I was afforded no opportunity to view the Wolf Moon.
Due to the inclement weather, combined with routine maintenance work, I also discovered that the Queensferry Crossing (new bridge) was closed until the 6th, so I ended up spending another three nights in the car park there. I waited till the 7th to transfer back into Edinburgh...
