Waiting on the road to Cullen

We had a late start this morning as we cycled on a back road to Cullen with what felt like a gale in our faces but which was really only a strong wind.

Just as we got to the turn off for the ruined Findlater castle, I realised that the front door of our holiday house had probably not been locked.
The reasons for this sudden revelation are too complicated and contentious to discuss, but his Lordship nobly offered to return to check, leaving me to blip more hay bales than I would ever have thought possible or even desirable.

With humour restored, it was on to Cullen and a few provisions bought to keep body and soul together. It was cold and grey so we didn't tarry, but flew home with the benefit of a back wind to have lunch at Annie's tea Room, our wonderful find of yesterday.

In the afternoon we took the car to Banff and explored the harbour area on foot.
This town was the shire town of the Banffshire area before 1975 and it has the fine buildings and wide streets to support its erstwhile importance.
Now the area is split between Moray and Aberdeenshire and Banff falls under the aegis of the Aberdeenshire council

It was cold and blowy and felt and looked quite wintry when we stood on the quay and looked over the grey water to Macduff on the headland opposite; such a difference to a few days ago, when summer held sway.

But our cottage is snug and windproof, and we can look at the monochrome colour of the outside world from the window, while we are cosy inside.

Winter is on the threshold and knocking at the door