A Jaunt to the Seaside

His Lordship and I jaunted down to the seaside for lunch today with someone I first met when I was eighteen months. We met again at our graduations over fifty years ago and then caught up with each other again six years ago. He is related to me through marriage and our parents were friends all those years ago.

He and his wife have renovated an old house right by the shoreline on the John Muir Trail at Prestonpans and have been rewarded by a beautiful family home with windows looking over the Forth to Fife and filled with colourful paintings, and treasures garnered from the seashore.

We had a lovely relaxed lunch and with three of the protagonists hailing from Dundee there was much chat about various common acquaintances and places in that fair city.
It was a wonderfully social way to spend a Thursday on a grey doldrums day in February.

The iconic no 26 bus got us to their front door in a slow three quarters of an hour but returned us in a mind boggling hour plus when we got caught up in a rush hour traffic jam near Princes Street leaving me plenty time to blip the Doric columns at the RSA gallery as we waited for yet another bus.