Red Railings

With his Lordship restored to Sunday good humour, and with the sun shining, he decided we should take the bikes on the car to Longniddry and do a short cycle run round by Bolton to Haddington and back. This would blow the cobwebs away, he thought.

Although the sun was trying its May best to warm things up, there was still a cold NE wind. Many of the fields we passed were like paddy fields after the weeks of rain, and I would not have been surprised to see a row of ladies in smocks and kerchiefs bent double planting rice seedings as we saw in Vietnam.

The hedge rows were bursting with sweet smelling hawthorn blossom and everywhere was the scent of the rape seed from fields which seemed even more impossibly bright yellow.
In the bluish haze over Fife, the line of little white clouds looked like the snow covered tops of distant mountains.

Our only disappointment was finding no 42 The Harbour at Port Seton closed. The notice on the door said it would be closed yesterday, so we surmised that the owners must be Heart of Midlothian fans extending their victory celebrations by going to see the Scottish Football Cup returning to Tynecastle by way of a victorious parade through Edinburgh today.

Our disappointment was over when we arrived home to enjoy an ice cream from Peter's Yard while we sat in the sun on the patio.
Just another 12 degrees and it might feel like summer.