Crail

Stravaiging through Anstruther discussion was of times past and times passing.  Mr Bruce no longer plies his trade from Castle Street, Bob Dewar ditto.  It's been an incalculable amount of time since we visited Cousin Molly.  St Monans, Pittenweem, Anstruther and Cellardykes slipped past.

The waves lapped the shore, the weather god with us.  Linnets zipped, redshanks clattered.


Within a heartbeat this is the Alchemists dream.

Time passes.


Love survives.