Dennis tells me it’s the cold­est Scottish sum­mer in recent mem­o­ry, hov­er­ing around 14°C with the skies filled with rain. Luckily, I did­n’t come here for the weath­er, came for the views. It’s won­der­ful­ly chilly in the house, just the way I like it cause I can swad­dle myself in warm blan­kets (and mine is also an elec­tric).

We took a short trip in the after­noon and head­ed east along the coast, mak­ing stops at small towns. It seems like there’s always anoth­er in almost every direc­tion, most with pop­u­la­tions bare­ly sur­pass­ing 1000. It’s nice to see a healthy amount of trees and foliage, not to men­tion such beau­ti­ful bod­ies of water. Paris is so urban that I nev­er even wor­ried about bugs.

Aberlady from a dis­tance.

Breaded had­dock with baked beans. Haddock is an extreme­ly mild fish, and cook­ing it in oil makes flaky and melt in your mouth. Yummmmm.

Gullane

City lim­its. I love the path that leads to the door.

 

Gullane bents, where peo­ple come to walk their dogs and go wind surf­ing.

 

Can I get chips with that?

North Berwick

 

There are seats like this every­where, usu­al­ly fac­ing the water.

 

This pier is longer than it looks; it’s sig­nif­i­cant­ly short­er when the tide is in.