Discarded Rubber Glove

The no 26 Lothian bus goes from unchartered territory (to me) in the west of Edinburgh all the way to Seton Sands, the delightfully sounding name for a fairly grim looking caravan and camping park on the coast road east of Port Seton. I'm sure it's not that bad once you've pitched your tent there, as the sea is on your doorstep, but the serried ranks of static caravans facing the roadway, don't immediately convey the impression of rural bliss.

Anywhere it was there that I was decanted from the cockpit of the bus to start my walk back to Prestonpans. Just me and my camera. No-one to hurry me along or complain about stopping too often.
It was a very grey day and slightly misty so that the still snow covered hills of Fife were indistinct from the sky, while the biting west wind whistled round my head.

The first major stop was Port Seton Harbour which proved as always to be a gold mine of colour - nets, twine, ropes, floats, lobster creels and slightly scruffy boats. Because the tide was out, the latter listed drunkenly on their sides.

Half a mile further on was Cockenzie harbour which looked fairly forlorn and unused and almost adjoining that lies Cockenzie Power station, a huge, grim, coal fired electricity generating station. There was a long cold walk past that to get to Prestonpans.
I called in at a house on the shore line which is being renovated by a very distant relative. The view from the upstairs of the house is amazing - a 180 degree sweep of coastline taking in Arthur's Seat right down the coast to North Berwick and over the water to Fife.
Last weekend at the height of the Spring tide, the waves were apparently crashing against the back wall of the house which almost shook with the vibration. How wonderful would that have been to watch from the comfort of an armchair.

Back in Edinburgh courtesy of a 129 bus, the wind seemed to have disappeared and it was looking a bit brighter - the snowy Fife hills were again visible.

The blip is of a stack of lobster creels on the quayside at Port Seton, with Cockenzie power station in the background.

NB. There is a saying amongst the cycling fraternity to the effect that the East Lothian roads are rubbish but their public toilets are 5 star. That is so true..... check them out!