Beach and Brae
For the first time in 2021, we're allowed out our local area!
Aberlady Bay:
I've been having video catch-ups with fellow hillwalkers, and assumed my first trip would be to the Highlands. But it's hard to describe how important the seaside is to me. On Saturday morning we set off for Gullane and Aberlady in East Lothian, entranced by the clear air and sunshine, sandy beaches and rockpools, links soil and fascinating rocks. The great sweep of Aberlady Bay, looking like something out of the Med. As we approached the beach and smelled the salty air, I got a bit emotional.
I love the hills. It's where I go to escape. But the sea is where I go to come home. ❤
That did not mean the hills were going to be neglected!
On Càrn an Tuirc, Glenshee:
The next day brought a contrast weather-wise, but a return to familiar things I'd missed. The companionship of a good friend. The smell of a damp ham sandwich made the night before. The sight and feel of a lichen-covered piece of quartzite, set in a bed of heather.
There was so much wildlife! Ptarmigan, mountain hares, red grouse and the occasional field vole scurrying into a hole in the grass.
A rare moment below the cloud, looking into Coire Kander:
Sunday was a bit blowy with low cloud and sleet/snow on the tops east of Glenshee. Still, it was great to get out of Midlothian after four months!
Aberlady Bay:
I've been having video catch-ups with fellow hillwalkers, and assumed my first trip would be to the Highlands. But it's hard to describe how important the seaside is to me. On Saturday morning we set off for Gullane and Aberlady in East Lothian, entranced by the clear air and sunshine, sandy beaches and rockpools, links soil and fascinating rocks. The great sweep of Aberlady Bay, looking like something out of the Med. As we approached the beach and smelled the salty air, I got a bit emotional.
I love the hills. It's where I go to escape. But the sea is where I go to come home. ❤
That did not mean the hills were going to be neglected!
On Càrn an Tuirc, Glenshee:
The next day brought a contrast weather-wise, but a return to familiar things I'd missed. The companionship of a good friend. The smell of a damp ham sandwich made the night before. The sight and feel of a lichen-covered piece of quartzite, set in a bed of heather.
There was so much wildlife! Ptarmigan, mountain hares, red grouse and the occasional field vole scurrying into a hole in the grass.
A rare moment below the cloud, looking into Coire Kander:
Sunday was a bit blowy with low cloud and sleet/snow on the tops east of Glenshee. Still, it was great to get out of Midlothian after four months!
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