Wind Power

With the memories of yesterday's adventurous bus travel fresh in our minds, we decided to do more of the same today, but with a little more forethought.

It was another beautiful day with spring sunshine, although a bit chilly for standing still.
I persuaded his Lordship to leave the reading of the Sunday papers till later and come out to play earlier than he might have wished.
For this amount of cajoling, he remarked that if he could draw a cartoon of me, it would represent an elderly 'Oor Wullie'.
When asked to discuss his remark, he said I was a loveable nuisance; he thinks he knows how to extricate himself from danger.

The bus today took us to its terminus at Seton Sands, which is a particularly unlovely holiday home site whose saving grace is that it is right across the road from the beach.
We then walked back to Prestonpans along the John Muir trail and into the bitterly cold wind (my mistake, I didn't think there was any wind today).

On the way we stopped off at Port Seton harbour for a hot drink at the little cafe and spent time taking too many blips of the fishing boats bobbing about on the high tide.

The trail took us round the back of the Cockenzie Power Station, giving us a different view of the coal fired plant, and eventually leading to an open rise of ground where wind surfers on skates were being blown along at an impressive speed.

But it was time to catch the bus home; a slow journey with every bus stop charged with queues of people.
We rewarded ourselves in the Two Thin Laddies cafe at Tollcross with the best bacon roll I have ever tasted, and a cake for my vegetarian other half.

Another interesting day, seeing the world at a rather slower pace than usual.