Rosyth

I don't remember the last time I went climbing outdoors, but Miss K wanted to go and I've no longer got impingement of my shoulders to force me to say "no" so, after buying her some climbing shoes, we headed off to Rosyth Quarry. Not the finest crag within reach, but it was right for both of us and a real sun trap.

After four modest routes, we went to North Queensferry for a light lunch. It's good to go there periodically, to remind oneself of quite how magnificent is the Forth Rail Bridge.