Scotland has some beautiful beaches, a few of which are only a stone’s throw from home, but it rarely has the weather to enjoy them, Sunday being no exception.
We were invitied on a day trip to Yellowcraigs, a lovely sandy beach about 20 miles away, by trusty neighbours Frank’n'Steph. In keeping with the cosmopolitan nature of Leith, the full party consisted of: Louise (token Scot), Me (Luton), Frank (Manchester), Steph (Canada/Germany), Mieche (Frankfurt, Germany), Mel (Darwin, Australia), Stuart (Belfast) and of course the kids (all natives).
Despite the heavy cloud, it was warm enough and at least we didn’t have to worry about sunburn. Mid-afternoon the weather front finally crossed with a short downpour and people left the beach in droves. We huddled round the barbie and half an hour later and we were rewarded with some sunshine to round off a very pleasant afternoon.
It was Mel’s first visit to a Scottish beach which she politely described as ‘different’. Hailing from Darwin in The Northern Territories where the temperature rarely drops below 30° C, she must have thought we were all bloody mad.
By coincidence, my eldest daughter, Holly, was at her class barbeque at the same beach. She is just finishing the last year of Primary School (P7) and faces the daunting step up to a new school in August.