- and home!
Jun. 26th, 2023 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustAs we left Pittenweem on Saturday morning, shops and galleries were opening up for Open Studios Weekend; I was in no hurry to leave anyway, but this felt like rubbing salt in the wound. Participants displayed red balloons - or red bunting - and the effect reminded me of the poppy borders which edge the fields along the coastal route: someone must have planted them, but now they were scattering themselves along the wayside.
We followed the Forth to the western edge of Fife, to the Royal Burgh of Culross. Long ago we came here by accident, and fell in love with the Scottish National Trust's scheme for preserving little houses, and we could have spent our time happily wandering its tangle of winding streets, admiring the progress of that policy. Instead we visited the 'palace' - the house of a wealthy seventeenth century 'merchant' (actually, an industrialist, surely?) - which I don't think was open to the public when we first came to Culross. I was sorry not to have time to do both, but although the drive to our overnight stop in the borders was green and beautiful, it was also long and very hot, and I know we made the right choice.
Our hotel room had a balcony, and an hour or so there with a cup of tea and the weekend newspaper revived us enough for a stroll around the town:
The following morning we went back for a closer look at the abbey, though not as close as we'd have liked: the actual church is closed for repairs to the masonry. This threw our timing, and we were at cross-purposes for muchy of the way home.
Normal service has now been resumed: the suitcases are empty, there is a batch of laundry in the machine, anddurham_rambler is out talking to a local residents' association about planning. If I'm licky he'll remember to buy some milk on his way home. We have decided, after much consideration of all angles, not to go to either of the two funerals to which we are invited next week, and tomorrow I will write to some of the people involved to tell them so. Not tonight, though.
We followed the Forth to the western edge of Fife, to the Royal Burgh of Culross. Long ago we came here by accident, and fell in love with the Scottish National Trust's scheme for preserving little houses, and we could have spent our time happily wandering its tangle of winding streets, admiring the progress of that policy. Instead we visited the 'palace' - the house of a wealthy seventeenth century 'merchant' (actually, an industrialist, surely?) - which I don't think was open to the public when we first came to Culross. I was sorry not to have time to do both, but although the drive to our overnight stop in the borders was green and beautiful, it was also long and very hot, and I know we made the right choice.
Our hotel room had a balcony, and an hour or so there with a cup of tea and the weekend newspaper revived us enough for a stroll around the town:
The following morning we went back for a closer look at the abbey, though not as close as we'd have liked: the actual church is closed for repairs to the masonry. This threw our timing, and we were at cross-purposes for muchy of the way home.
Normal service has now been resumed: the suitcases are empty, there is a batch of laundry in the machine, and
durham_rambler is out talking to a local residents' association about planning. If I'm licky he'll remember to buy some milk on his way home. We have decided, after much consideration of all angles, not to go to either of the two funerals to which we are invited next week, and tomorrow I will write to some of the people involved to tell them so. Not tonight, though.
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