Seatown, Cullen

LadyLuck smiled on these benighted carless travellers this morning and produced a bus more or less outside our door to take us to Cullen, or if we had stayed on, to Portsoy.

The fly in the ointment is that it only runs twice a week, not at the weekends and only twice a day. Still it was lovely not to have to hike half a mile uphill to catch the reliable no 35 which runs along the coast from Aberdeen to Elgin and goes through all the little fishing villages en route except for Sandend.
I suppose the powers that be assume a half mile walk to the nearest bus stop a small price to pay for living in such an idyllic hamlet with no through road.

A quick coffee at our favourite watering hole, Rockpool in Cullen, before we plodded with our pikestaffs along the coastal path to Portknockie and bussed back to Cullen to walk again the circular route through Cullen House grounds.

It was a warm,damp, dull morning, but as I sit now, the sun is out and turning the harvested land on the other side of Sandend Bay into fields of gold.

My blip is of Seatown the original fishing village, now part of Cullen, seen from the viaduct above.