Walking to New Orleans

Off on my wanderings again.

Nothing drastic - Anstruther to Crail, and back. About 8 miles. Still breaking in the new hiking shoes I bought last week.

As usual, a walk along the coast produces too many potential Blips. I've gone for the view of Crail harbour, as a fishing boat returns.

The Fats Domino classic (as interpreted by my pal Buckie) gave me some inspiration over coffee before I left.

Buckwheat Zydeco