South Queensferry

With the rather unspring like weather forecast for the rest of the week, and to beat any possible snow, His Lordship and I decided on a trip to South Queensferry, a place much cycled through but seldom dallied in.

With a bitter west wind and hardly any sun, the place was deserted by tourists, so we had a peaceful ramble about, with an initial jaunt down the slipway where many years ago at the start of our summer holiday, my family would catch the ferry to Fife for the onward journey to the wilds of the Highlands.

The long queue of cars that was always present then, before the road bridge came into existence, was no doubt a contributory factor in my poor father's early demise.
He, a man of normally quiet and gentle nature, would get apoplectic with rage if some dastardly fellow( always a fellow) in a car were to overtake all of us and disappear towards the front of the line. So bad for his blood pressure.

But today all was peaceful with only a small boat ferrying painters to the rail bridge.

We had a very warming hot chocolate and a slice of carrot cake in the little cafe on the left of the blip. I like to think It is possible to eat cake when it is as cold as this.

The main street is very narrow and cobbled and would be so much more atmospheric if it were pedestrianised. As it is, there is two way traffic allowed with pinch points at either end and a constant stream of traffic.

The dominating feature of the street is the Jubilee Clock 1887 which begs to be photographed, and I duly obliged.