On Sunday morning, we headed back over the Border to visit Coldingham Priory ...... or rather the remains of the Priory. However the parish church .....
........ is built on the site of the Priory
this board (click on the photo to enlarge it) .......
....... explains what these relics are
around the site of the Priory are paving stones with messages carved into them
I always get a lump in my throat when I see these old gravestones
this old gravestone has had a new plaque put on it
and this War Grave is particularly sad, that the sailor's family wouldn't have known that their loved one had been buried in Coldingham
when we walked by to the car, I spotted this pillar box beside the car park. It is from the reign of George VI, the Queen's father
from Coldingham, we went on to St Abbs for a cuppa. While Malcolm was placing our order, I was admiring the little table setting
I was given a plain, ordinary white cup and saucer with my tea, but as happened the last time we were there, Malcolm was given this stylish cup and saucer with his coffee
after our cuppa, we had a potter down to the harbour, where the tide was well and truly out
these boats in the inner harbour would have a long wait until they were afloat again
of course I had to take a photo of this boat!
we had a hunt on the shoreline for shells and seaglass, but I was distracted by this crab claw
this was the first crab I have found with blue pincers
when we walked back to the car, I was glad that this enormous gull was sitting on someone else's car!
on the way home, we stopped to have a look round number four
the gallery is filled with all sorts of art works, and as we wandered round oohing and aahing, I had a good idea! I have been stumped as to what to give Malcolm for his birthday this year ...... so I told him to pick something, which he was delighted to do. However, as it isn't his birthday until the 3rd of September, you will have to wait to see what he chose. However, I can show you a general shot of all the loveliness on offer
back at the flat, the poor swans were discombobulated again, as yet another boat came into the dock
to finish ...... our lovely neighbour (the shoe shop owner) popped in this afternoon to give me a bunch of sweet peas, which she had just picked from her garden. I wish we had smell-o-blog, as their scent is lovely. I put them in my favourite little vase, which I bought when we were living in Indonesia, so it is about seventeen years old