What is there to do in the summer in Scotland? Head off to the seaside, of course!
I’ve been on holiday this week, so naturally I have been itching to get out and explore. Tuesday happened to be one of the hottest days of the year, but unfortunately my other half was working and our little seaside voyage couldn’t take place until the next day. Needless to say, come Wednesday the skies were grey, the wind was up and the temperature was back down to Baltic. Okay, that last part was maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it certainly didn’t feel very summery when we reached Anstruther.
Anstruther is a little town in Fife, almost directly across the Firth of Forth from our little part of East Lothian. Despite it being so close, I have never ventured there. My partner used to spend his childhood summers there and he wanted to show me some of the places that he used to hang around.
Our first stop was the harbour, which is so pretty.
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Despite having grown up a mere stone’s throw from Dunbar, it’s not a place I am very familiar with. I have vague memories of my dad taking me swimming at the pool there but otherwise I don’t think we ever ventured there. As a result I had no idea Belhaven Bay existed until I saw some pictures of the Bridge to Nowhere. Being someone who likes to pose on bridges (don’t ask; it doesn’t make sense to me either), when I discovered there was a bridge at a beach which looked very photogenic in East Lothian, I was eager to see it for myself.
Nothing is ever quite straightforward for us, however, and the expedition to Belhaven Bay ended up being dragged out over two weeks. The first Sunday we attempted to find the bridge we parked at John Muir Country Park, the man being confident that we could walk down to the Bay from there. Granted there is a sign that says ‘beach’, so it seemed to make sense.
Perhaps if we’d actually followed the sign, things might have been a bit simpler. Instead, the boyfriend, in all his wisdom, set off in the opposite direction, declaring that ‘the shoreline is this way’. Who was I to argue? To be fair to him, I assumed if we walked over the dunes down to the beach the bridge would be right there. It’s my fault for not doing my research beforehand.
It was an unusually warm and sunny day for Scotland. As we made out way over the marshy dunes we encountered some good photo opportunities. There are lots of pretty flowers on the way to the beach, like these gorgeous purple foxgloves.
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