When the Boat Comes In

After our exertions yesterday we had a quieter day and spent the morning pottering.  We wandered round the village, headed to the bakers for lunch and pancakes and then watched the boats come in with their catches – crabs and lobsters.  None seemed to have more than a boxful and it did make me wonder how they make a living.

The sun came out after lunch so we walked out of Crail along the road which goes east past the old airfield, turning down to the coast at Kilminning where we joined the Fife Coastal Path.   We  walked back into Crail along the coastal path a long stretch of which went through a holiday park. 

Before we set off on our walk we discovered a wee bird at the door.  It turned out to be a gold crest, and it just sat there.  Thinking there was something wrong with it my dad tried to pick it up but it flew off.  I later discovered that, in autumn, large numbers arrive on the east coast from Scandinavia and make their way across dunes to more suitable habitat. Maybe he had just flown in and was having a rest!

Here are the first boats going into the harbour.  They just sat outside and bobbed in on the tide. The second boat is the Rossness  Falcon.  I love those old harbour steps.