Off to Scotland last week; part work, part pleasure. We headed along the East Fife Coastal Tourist Route -- which falsely implies that there's another, non-tourist route along the coast -- to my ancestral fishing village. Actually, it's a collection of ancestral fishing villages: Easter and Wester Anstruther, Kilrenny, Cellardyke, and Crail. We were fortunate enough to experience the one decent day of weather in about 2 weeks and, following a hearty porridgey breakfast, took the opportunity to walk along the coastal path from our B&B in Crail to Anstruther. It was delightful -- and dry! We took a tour of the Scottish Fisheries Museum (tagline: "It's bigger than you think" -- true) and decided that while the herring girls might have had fun gutting and grading 60 fish per minute, being "knowledge workers" is much less stenchy. And along the same lines, our municipal swimming pool here in Winchester may be chlorinated and laced with kiddy urine, but at least it's warm.
Anstruther. Towards the end of the harbour is the
best fish n' chip shop in Scotland.
Crail. The Dutch got here first and left their gabled houses everywhere.
Crail harbour from the coastal path.
A des res, East Fife style.
Cellardyke. The open air pool, deserted.
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