Eyemouth Day Five

The weather, and the tides, were not conducive to outdoor activities today. But we did try. Snow flurries as we drove south and arrived at the causeway to Lindisfarne. We hadn't actually intended going there, as it's better in nice weather. We were safe to cross the causeway, but then couldn’t get off till 5.30, as if we needed any further reasons not to continue. The nearby cafe wasn’t dog friendly, so we didn’t hang around, but just came back for an afternoon relaxing in front of the fire and TV.

This monument down at the beach is in remembrance of the fishing disaster in 1881, where the fishing boats were dashed on those rocks and 129 men from the town drowned in sight and sound of the land. Each wee statue is an actual person from the town looking out at the awful scene from the beach. A local woman we've met a couple of times knows which wee boy in the statue is her grandfather's grandfather.

The statue is of Willie Spears, whose story was almost forgotten, but for recent research by a BBC journalist. It's amazing.

We've had Archie sitting down by me feet on our recent little jaunts. He sits and looks completely miserable, occasionally resting his wee heavy head in my hand. Yes, he was sick, but I was ready with the poo bag. He's nearly four, and isn't showing any signs of 'growing out of it'...

Our wee cottage is very cosy, with all mod cons (btw, that roaring log fire is electric, hence the books are able to sit on top of it). But I must say, it would be dangerous for me to live round the corner from an excellent fish’n’chip shop - I’ve just had a poke of chips for tea!

The eye is a deeper darker purple.