Coastal walk and The Duck
Day 2 hiking. Friday June 3
The Wing, North Berwick to The Anchorage, Port Seton.
Breakfast at The Wing. The only other guest was seated across the room, but we still had a lively conversation. She was from Manchester and was on holiday staying 8 nights at The Wing.
Jubilee everywhere
Remains of St. Andrew’s church (1170-1612) in Gullane.
I seemed to have landed in the land where GOLF reigns supreme. Every little village has a local golf club and a ‘green’ tucked between houses, shops, sheep and trees. Everyone does it.
Golf banners pinned to the ceiling.
I asked about the names and dates on the wall. Learned they have a Putter Party/tournament. The candidate stands on a bar stool with his head under the overhead lamp. He then putts a ball into the next room trying to get it into the long wood Duck. If successful the duck’s head will tip forward.
Butternut squash with chili soup and a hot fresh backed roll - and Butter!
The Duck Pub where lunch was eaten.
Learned these large concrete blocks all along the coast were placed there during WWII to stop an invasion from the sea. Fortunately that never happened, but the blocks remain.
Entrance to Gosford House. The estate is located on 5,000 acres of land. Almost two miles along the JMW were hidden behind a tall stone fence.
Firth of Forth behind me. Low tide.
Swans
Haggis deep fried.
Seamstresss/seam-histress. Mending the nets which were torn by catching on a sunken ship.
Harbor Master
“Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal Youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.” John Muir
15.6 Miles. 37,518 Steps. 6.5 Hours.
Breakfast at The Wing. The only other guest was seated across the room, but we still had a lively conversation. She was from Manchester and was on holiday staying 8 nights at The Wing.
Jubilee everywhere
Met a man crossing the busy road and he was pleased to tell me about the ‘wee deer’ in the field ahead.
Remains of St. Andrew’s church (1170-1612) in Gullane.
I seemed to have landed in the land where GOLF reigns supreme. Every little village has a local golf club and a ‘green’ tucked between houses, shops, sheep and trees. Everyone does it.
The Ladies Open was going on all over the area.
Note: in the photo below the ‘green’ even goes up the hills in the background. Golfers could be seeing up on the top.
Golf banners pinned to the ceiling.
I asked about the names and dates on the wall. Learned they have a Putter Party/tournament. The candidate stands on a bar stool with his head under the overhead lamp. He then putts a ball into the next room trying to get it into the long wood Duck. If successful the duck’s head will tip forward.
Pub proprietor demonstrates the ‘Duck’
Butternut squash with chili soup and a hot fresh backed roll - and Butter!
The Duck Pub where lunch was eaten.
Learned these large concrete blocks all along the coast were placed there during WWII to stop an invasion from the sea. Fortunately that never happened, but the blocks remain.
Entrance to Gosford House. The estate is located on 5,000 acres of land. Almost two miles along the JMW were hidden behind a tall stone fence.
Firth of Forth behind me. Low tide.
Swans
Haggis deep fried.
Seamstresss/seam-histress. Mending the nets which were torn by catching on a sunken ship.
Harbor Master
“Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal Youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.” John Muir
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