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I woke up Sunday morning and had the sudden realization that it was June, my last month abroad and more importantly in Scotland. It was the last day of another fantastic weekend and I was feeling rather saddened at the thought of “my other life” nearing its end.
We spent this past weekend at Wendy and Stuart’s caravan on the east coast of Scotland. We were based in Anstruther, an ideal base for exploring the Fife Coastline. The girls headed up early on Friday morning and Stuart and I set off after work. We arrived and shortly thereafter set out for the pub. As we walked along the coast, Elizabeth spotted some porpoises swimming and jumping off the shore. We sat and watched for a few minutes and then our insatiable thirst got the better of us and we moved on. We had a lovely meal while planning what we might do over the weekend.
Saturday morning we awoke to cloudless skies and a blazing sun! We set off on a walk along the Fife Coastal Trail. We covered the section from Anstruther to Crail. It was a beautiful walk loaded with great things to see. There were great
rock formations, ruins of old houses, caves formed by the sea and a fabulous harbour in Crail.
We arrived in Crail and walked down to the harbour to the Lobster Shack. I immediately thought of you Hank and knew you would love the place. It literally was a shack, a small cubicle large enough for one person. In the shack they steamed crabs and lobster that were just pulled from the boats. After a delicious seafood lunch we headed back to the caravan.
We packed our beach bags and headed for the village of Elie. We arrived at Elie beach a few minutes later and with a massive expanse of beach to play on, the kids began to have their fun. Many hours were spent building sandcastles, playing in the water and chasing the football.
After arriving back at the caravan we had a seaside BBQ while the neighbor’s children entertained Camille and Alex. It was all too good. Once the children were put down, not literally of course, Elizabeth, Stuart and I headed over to the caravan park’s recreation room. Here Stuart handily whipped us in game after game of billiards while mocking our ineptitude at
the game. I don’t think he believed that we used to play quite often.
Sunday morning was another adventure altogether. After breakfast we headed out to Saint Andrews, home of the world’s oldest golf course. We spent the morning walking around town, having lunch, visiting the cathedral ruins and enjoying a bit more of the coastal sea path. We were pleasantly surprised to find that a tournament was being held there at the time. The Curtis Cup, an annual tournament for amateur female golfers from the US, UK and Ireland, was wrapping up. We got to stand along the famed 18th hole, overlooking the clubhouse and stone bridge that Jack Nicholas said his goodbyes on, and watched the final golfers make their way up the fairway. In the end, the USA captured the cup. It was another one of those unexplainable moments that we have found ourselves in this year that make me wonder how and why we are so fortunate to be experiencing all these amazing events.
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