The Road goes ever on and on; Down from the door where it began;
Now far ahead the Road has gone; And I must follow, if I can;
Pursuing it with eager feet; Until it joins some larger way;
Where many paths and errands met; And whither then? I cannot say.

[JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings]

Sunday, 2 October 2011

East to West Photos: Day 30

Mon 18 April (0825-1555) (North Berwick to Musselburgh)
Distance: 18.75 (Tot: 530)
Weather: sunny intervals with high level cloud, turning to heavier cloud later

To leave North Berwick we had to walk across the town, which gave us a good opportunity to ogle lots of impressive houses:


Once we had cleared the residential streets we were once again able to appreciate the views out into the Forth, on the other side of one of the many golf courses we passed or skirted that day.


Wonder from which way the prevailing wind blows?


As I mentioned, there were quite a few (and by ‘quite a few’ I mean a ridiculous number – looking at the map, we passed 10) golf courses on this day. The town of Gullane looked particularly pretty viewed across this one:


Adding to the ‘prettiness’ score of the day was the church at Aberlady:


Soon after which we encountered the mystery of the concrete blocks. Last time I saw something like this it was to stop cars being driven into a reservoir (in a bit of a dodgy area where the dumping of cars in the reservoir had been a problem). But the location of these blocks didn’t make sense with that explanation, and they’d obviously been there a very long time. It was Mick who finally came up with the answer that they were anti-landing defences from the second world war.


Along the beach they had seen better days:


Considering how close we were getting to some sizeable conurbations, there was still a feeling of coastal openness:


More Scottish architecture attracted our attention (viewed on a computer screen I keep thinking those gables have become bizarrely pixelated!):


And yet more architecture, although perhaps not to everyone’s taste, in the form of Cockenzie power station.


I don’t deny that it was a warm day, but I didn’t think it was warm enough to be jumping into the harbour, as these children were:


Some of the buildings apparently thought the water was a good place to be:


And so did this mural:


As indicated by this wall, that was one of many murals in the area (and I did really well to resist calling them ‘muriels’ there!):


So, lots of interesting things to see on this day. It made me feel pleased that we’d selected the longest of the three or four routes I’d plotted into Edinburgh. My original thoughts on the day can be found here.

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