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Today we headed towards the East Scottish coast for a change of scenery and a chance to meet up with Lorenzo in St Andrews. The land here is much flatter. Some lovely Norfolk-esque fishing villages. Isaac enjoyed running on the sand at a forest beach and then at St. Andrews. We took the scenic route back past the East Neuk fishing villages. Very picturesque and the sun even kept up with us! Wish it wasn't always accompanied by so much wind ...
... the little shop section of the Centre. Before leaving, we foolishly decided to have a coffee and that was as tasty as a Scottish sandwich. We left the Wildlife Centre feeling totally ripped off but we were too courteous to say anything to the serving staff.
We then decided to make our way to St. Andrews, which is situated about 15 miles south of Dundee on the shores of the North Sea. St Andrews is the so called birth place of golf and contains the oldest ...
We finally crossed the English/Scottish border and tooted the car horn to announce our arrival in Scotland. The further we drove we could see mountains and quite a change in the terrain. Absolutely breathtaking!
We continued on until we finally reached our destination, the Cullaig Guest House, run by Chris and Marie. Super ...
... the girls took me on a tour of their garden (read: back yard). Steve had rigged up a zipline for them which they demonstrated for me. Alas I was over the weight limit, or I would have given it a try. After a Hugh Grant movie (what else would they watch in England?) and conversations that caught us up on the last couple of years, I was more than ready for a good night’s sleep. It felt strange to wake up in Scotland but 16 hours later to go to bed in England!
... and the other was the shortcut to Markinch that Ronnie showed us. That was real save your bacon stuff! It saved us a big hill and a real chunk of time - well done Ronnie!
It was a shame when the rain started as we were on our way to the finish line after we’d had glorious sunshine before it – we were soaked by the time we got to the sawmill, but by then it didn’t really matter; I wasn’t thinking about being wet, all I could think ...