On the Road to Falkland

With Poppy's endorsement of the cafe at the Pillars of Hercules near Falkland, we drove there this morning to see for ourselves. Apart from my unpaid post of cafe reviewer, there was the ulterior motive of inspecting their two camping pitches for future tenting exploits.

It was a dull and surprisingly cold morning, but the views over the countryside compensated for the greyness: a patchwork of golden, green and deep brown fields.
With the harvest in, all that remained were the silage bales, being loaded onto tractors. With any luck they will be stored before the rains due tomorrow.
Some farmers were already out ploughing, transforming the golden stubble into acres of rich brown earth ready for planting winter crops. They were followed by flocks of seagulls hungry for worms.

The trees in this part of Fife were well forward with their autumn transformation, leaving no doubt that today's chill was a reminder of what is lurking at the door.

We found the cafe and the shop, enjoyed a coffee and cake and bought freshly baked bread to take home. The vegetables looked wonderfully fresh and plentiful.

We found the camping sites, but somehow in the chill and greyness, they looked like places best kept for summer.

Now back home, half the loaf has been consumed already. I haven't eaten bread since January, but this is irresistible. Well, it won't keep will it?