Oh my, the phone woes continue! Briefly we can receive calls and use the broadband, but we can't make calls. We spent (literally) hours on the (mobile) phone and online, trying to get it sorted. When I got to the point of shouting at people, Malcolm would take over, and vice versa ........ and at one time I was on the landline (they had phoned me) and Malcolm was on the mobile. An engineer was supposed to visit this morning ........ and I'm not going to bore you with the rest of the sorry tale, but I am now bankrupt from putting money in the swear box!!
So, on with yesterday's post! On Saturday, we took a run back up over the Border to North Berwick. There were lots of little boats in the harbour
and all sorts of boats out on the water - paddling
motoring out to their yacht
but I turned down Malcolm's offer of a trip on this boat and not just because it meant getting dressed up in very unflattering yellow and blue survival suits
now that's my kind of boat - I would quite happily sit in it watching the world go by, safe on dry land
I also declined to cross this bridge and go up the rickety stairs
but I was happy with the view from where I was, looking out at the Bass Rock
and this view is for Anne Lee - yes, Anne, the sun always shines on Fife!!
it would have been nice to sit at one of these quirky tables, made with lobster pots, but we thought lobster was just a little bit too fancy for Saturday lunch
so instead we headed to the Seabird Centre, pausing on the way in to admire the sculptures
we sat outside on the balcony to have our lunch, watched by this cheeky chappy
traditional lentil soup, with bread and butter - delicious
there was someone else keeping an eye on us as we ate
his beak would have made short work of the bread!
our next stop was at the remains of the old church
the front of the porch
and the back
the remains of an old gravestone
you can just make out some of the words
I was rather startled by this little green man
before I realised that he was a sculpture
the next two photos are for my mad quilting friends The Squealers, perhaps you can guess where they live
as for the name of this street, you can just imagine the road-naming committee sitting having a great discussion as to what to call it ....... then settling for the obvious (if you can't read the sign, it says ........ Bank Street!)
rather worn tiles in the entrance to a shop - a quilting design perhaps?
we walked back along the beach ........ it is addictive, picking up interesting bits and bobs
what a lovely seat - if only I could have one like this in the garden
another little green man
click on the photo to enlarge it, to help read the plaque
and of course we have to finish with the wonderful Andy, who played the most amazing tennis to win his second Wimbledon title - I didn't need to shout at him at all!!
it's mine, all mine!!