Poppy goes back to Crail
Yesterday Betsy took us back on adventures. She left Glasgow in the afternoon and headed out of the city eastwards. She trundled along the motorway over bridges until hitting the wee roads in the Kingdom of Fife. OK I know where I’m at, we are going to Elie or St Monans. I had to take a double take as Betsy sailed past the roads to take us there, Mmmmm must be going to Cellardyke or Anstruther then, nope. She drove right past the campsite at Cellardyke. OK St Andrews then. When we got to Crail she pulled off and went to a campsite we have not been to in over six years, I was only four when we were last here. Things have changed. Betsy had to go to a space that was far from the sea. The last times we were right at the front. Dad got out and set up Betsy for the night I stayed up front keeping an eye on everything.
Next day we set off to the village along the costal path. Ahhh salty air and the rich smells of the lush green grass. Bliss. Its been a while since I walked these paths. We rounded the castle and plodded to the top of the harbour.
OK Crail means one thing delicious rolls in lobsters and crabs. So what with the scrip not going to the seafood stall? “We have a picnic packed Poppy”, said Mum. Mmmmm bet its not Lobsters and Crabs. We skirted the harbour and went up the steps to the top of town.
Soon we left Crail behind us off leash again I went to explore the trail. I have walked this path many times but years have passed since we walked it in this direction. Mr Sun out to play, blue skys and sea breeze I’m up for this walk.
We followed the path down to the sea passing many kissing gates and styles. Every so often we would stop for dad to give me a drink. As we came to the abandoned cottage, still abandond dad noticed something was missing, my leash. The curse of the Fife costal path continues. He lost my leash on this path down at Elie. Lucky for dad he didn’t have too far to backtrack to find it. A couple of walkers told him they put it on a rock a little further back. Soon we were back together again. This little part of coast is nice and empty. Only an occasional farmhouse can be seen.
At the halfway point we stopped for a picnic. We stopped at the Caiplie Caves, good place for a picnic. The caves were on the telly recently as a peoplesee got shot here on a program called Karen Pirie. Well picnic was fab. Cheesees hams and treats. Not as good as lobsters though.
Time to keep going onwards, as we plodded between the wheat fields and the sea we met some peoplsees on bikes. Dad went to speak to them. They were thinking of going along the path to Crail. Dad told them it was probably not the best idea in the world. They took his advice and we soon saw them disappear over the fields towards the main road.
I had another wee drink and we headed onwards to Cellardyke. It’s quite a long walk for a wee dug like me, I’m not the pup I was the last time I did this walk.
We reached Cellardyke just below the campsite where we staid last year. Thankfully we didn’t have to climb the hundreds of steps up to the campsite, it was just too hot. Poppys likes Cellardyke. It’s one village where I don’t need to put on a leash.
Cellardyke is not a big place as we walked along it transmografide into Anstruther. Now Anstruther is a place where I have to put on a leash. It was very busy. Legs everywhere I did get to meet one of my cousins though. To get away from the crowds I jumped up on the sea wall. This is more like it.
Mum and dad decided we would get the bus back to Crail. It gave dad a chance to use his new old peoplesees bus pass. We got off at the main stop in Crail. Tonight we were getting a chippy tea, YUM. Dad picked up some rolls from the co-op mum picked up fishees and chips and sausages. Back to Betsy then. Dinner was yummy, after we settled in for the night it was time for night time patrol. The moon was up and all was silent.
