Photobombed

We took a trip in East Lothian, starting with a visit to the Mart Farm shop in East Linton followed by coffee at Smeaton's Nurseries tearoom, which is now using the indoor tables rather than the open air or the tent. Then a look round the gallery - some high quality art but none we needed.

Next to Dunbar, which we haven't visited for a good while, for a browse. The collage top row shows  three timepieces on the Town House, left to right: sundial 2, sundial 1 showing excellent time in the sunshine and one face of the Town Clock Top row right is the weather cock, joined in its direction finding by a confused starling.

Wandering down to the harbour we passed the sculpture by Gardner Molloy of The Creel Loaders (bottom row, right). The details tell us that: 
The Fishwives of Dunbar lived in or around the fishermen's tenements, located between Victoria and Cromwell Harbours and known as 'Cat's Row'. When not baiting the lines, gutting or cleaning the catch or looking after their bairns, they took their creels of dried or salted fish to hawk, or barter, in local hamlets and, by legend, across the Lammermuir Hills as far as Lauder. The route was known as 'The Herring Road' - tracks used by inhabitants of Lauderdale, and others, to carry herring from Dunbar.
The creel loaded onto the fishwife's back was so heavy that the assistance of others, sometimes two men, was required to lift it into position and is depicted in The Creel Loaders statue.


Down at the harbour there is a large tribute to a local inventor, Robert Wilson, credited in later life with his development of the ships propeller (bottom row, left).

Main picture taken at the entrance to the Dunbar Battery, when this chap strode through as I took the photo of the castle. He was carrying a  camera with a large lens and walked over to join another photographer who had set up an even larger camera on a tripod, so I went over to ask what sights we were missing - nothing much, apparently but we had a nice conversation about birds, boats and ferry crossings Up North and the debatable wisdom of a fish and chip meal while so travelling.

Our return was cross-country, with the sun in our faces, after a jolly day out.