By the time I have walked about four miles, my toes are screaming at me - it's the arthritis, you see. One of the joys of being that little bit older than I was. However, for a long time, I have been keen to walk along the beaches, and follow the coastal path, between Gullane and North Berwick. So, having worked out the tide times, I decided today was the day, and off we went. Below is our starting point, the bay at Gullane. It's a lovely beach, very popular with dog walkers. This is looking east, the direction Tilly and I were going to take. Looking back, up the Forth, the unmistakable bulk of Arthur's Seat, and Edinburgh's skyline, just clear enough to see. For most of the walk, there is the choice between wandering along a series of beaches, or following a path along the top of each. There's no denying it, at heart I am a shell-seeker. I have loads of shells at home. We lived on one of the out islands in the Bahamas for a just over a year, ...
What a perfect way to remember Nancy. Somewhere, I still have the letters she wrote to me, when you and I were very much younger. So, this seems to be exactly the right time to seek them out again.DX
ReplyDeleteWow 100 years ago! That's quite something to get my head around! Lovely tribute! X
ReplyDeleteImagine how old that makes me feel! Having said that, I was a post WW2 baby, when I think many women were starting their families in their thirties, once all the chaps were back from the war. And now they seem to wait until they are in their forties, but for completely different reasons!
DeleteIt's all topsy turvey really! At some point it will change again! On April 9th my dad would have been 90! Born in 1927... that gave me a start when I realised that! X
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