Muddy Marge

 Arbroath

This morning after breakfast we showered, did our washing and walked out in natures hairdryer.

The wind was much lighter so we walked out to Lady Janet Anstruther's tower and the Elie Ness lighthouse. Off shore we could see the redundant oil rigs and in the far distance the Isle of May, a national nature reserve.

The tide was out exposing vast expanses of sandy beaches amongst the rocks. At the tower we photographed the sandstone blocks, eroded by the elements. Some of them resembled markings from trees.

Upon our return the couple in the van in front of Marge were preparing to leave, probably hoping we wouldn't appear next to them again later today. Watch out Marge, people will think you're a stalker. Our neighbours seemed to enjoy different interests. He would go out on his mountain bike, and she would stay in the van knitting. We thought he might be cycling the Fife coastal path. 

Our next stop was once again St. Andrews. A university town with interesting architecture, the oldest golf course in the world and many gift shops. In his book Take The Slow Road Scotland, Martin Dorey describes the town as having more tartan than a highland fling. The weather closed in and the rain arrived. Great. We wanted to see the cathedral, which was closed due to a site survey.

This and the rain made it difficult to photograph. A quick look at the castle then back to Marge. Get out of town Marge and find us some better weather please. 

Further on we dismissed a couple of overnights stops. But we did stop at the Larick campsite at Tayport where once again five pounds paid for use of their services.

 Then over the Tay bridge to Dundee, the impressive V&A museum standing out on the bank of the Firth of Tay as we reached the city. 

Tonight, we are once again staying on the seafront at Arbroath. There are fifteen other vans besides Marge. The weather a little more settled we walked into town to the old abbey, which was also closed due to a site survey. The town seemed a little more down at heel than we remember from last year, but then we were here earlier in September.

Tomorrow's forecast is sun, sun, sun. At last, it seems the weather is settling. In your dreams. Don't be so pessimistic Marge.