Journal text finished, I quickly shower while the pictures upload and literally shove my belongings into the suitcase and carry on bag in a most uncharacteristic jumble. Our hire car provider is due to pick us up at 9.30 and we’re running late. Luckily I’d forgotten that the booking was for a half hour window and we’re happily settled on the rocking chairs in the lobby when our driver, Sebastian arrives, introduces himself and helps stow our luggage in the vehicle. This is the third time we’ve hired directly from Enterprise and their pick up/drop off service is just so convenient.
It’s 10.30 before we’ve got the Bluetooth set up for our music and are on our way to East Neuk, working our way through the Edinburgh suburbs to the strains of Marie’s Wedding. Crossing the firth we look over to the Forth Rail Bridge to the east. Wow. Now that’s a bridge with presence. Photographs don’t come close to doing it justice. We make a spur of the moment decision to follow the signs towards Deep Sea World in the hope that we will come to a spot to view the bridge. All we manage to achieve is to get rather tangled in roadworks and detours and I am spooked by the long list of things I’d like to do over the rest of the day. We reset Tommie and get back on our way to Lower Largo.
Our route takes us past elegant wind turbines, fields of ripening grain and hedgerows with dainty pink flowers poking their heads out under a clear blue sky. We skip through charming villages with neat gardens. Snap a quick reminder of the beautiful yellow flowers by the side of the road, dancing in the eddies of wind caused by passing traffic and the local community enjoying a football match.
Anyway, looking for a parking spot, we inadvertently stalk an elderly man walking an adorable little black Scottie dog. First time we see him is cute. Second is a coincidence. Third, it's starting to get weird. I refrain from taking an unauthorised photograph but not without an internal struggle. Although we do find a little parking area, I pike on the walk down to the seafront and prioritise getting to Anstruther for lunch. We’re all over the place like a madwoman’s breakfast, but the madwoman’s one up on me - at least she had some.
A shout goes up. Oh my god look at those begonias!! Did you see that?! We have to go back and get a photo of that. Hubby duly finds a safe place to turn around and we park off the main drag in Milton Crescent where I try this angle and that trying to do the display justice.
It’s only a very short distance further to the waterfront of Anstruther (the second T is silent apparently). We have no difficulty finding a space in the pay and display carpark. Breathing deep of the deliciously fresh salty tang in the air I flag my nationality by donning my wide brimmed sunhat to keep the sun out of my eyes and off my face. I’ll be easy to find if we get separated that’s for sure. I manage to identify 60p among the anonymous coinage in my little purse to pay and Bob is clearly our uncle. While Hubby ducks back to display I spend a few minutes looking about the beautiful harbour area, amazed that Anstruther isn’t usually recommended as the pick of quaint fishing villages in the area. It’s gorgeous. Gee the others must be spectacular if this is an also ran. The boat trips to the Isle of May have been cancelled today due to strong wind. It’s calm and still here though. Indeed this is what we would call a “magic” day at home. Calm and clear and just the right temperature. I do my best to do justice to the tubs of flowers here and there. More begonias, yellow this time. There is a clear preference for, and skill in, designing these multi-flowered tub displays that are like living vases of flowers.
Although delicious I’ve got more chips than I can eat. That’s a tough call to make when they are so good but a line must be drawn.
The wind is picking up now and the hat comes off. I had thought we might explore the fisheries museum but the day is so beautiful I can’t bear the thought of spending it inside, so we return to the car, stopping along the way to remember those lost on active service in a naval mishap off the coast here that cost 108 lives. Lest we forget.
We arrive at about ten to four which only gives us an hour to explore. It’s a National Trust property so we flash our Australian National Trust membership cards and claim our member entry tickets along with a map and instructions for the route to take through the building and gardens.
In keeping with our royal explorations we are led up on to a little dais at the end of a spacious dining room. We make ourselves comfortable, myself with a glass of water and Hubby with a beer as usual, this time we failed to write down what it was. L
I’m giving the starters a miss this time seeing as lunch was so substantial but Hubby enjoys a bowl of Potato leek and watercress soup, a Chef’s Special. We stick with the Chef’s Specials for our mains as well. Hubby: Stuffed Guinea Fowl Breast stuffed with pork and chorizo, with mixed salad, tomato, and spring onion salsa and buttered coriander potatoes. Moi: Roast Loin of Pork with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, carrots, green been sand grain mustard cream sauce. Both very nice though I could have used a bit more sauce with my Yorkie. Brace yourselves - we skipped dessert despite there being Banana and rice pudding crème brulee with chocolate and walnut shortbread and Raspberry Cranachan (Blacketyside Farm, Leven with raspberry sorbet). I know, I can hardly believe our restraint.