Wednesday, 15 March 2017

piglet and pooh on a blustery day


Too windy to paint outdoors let's go for a run. First check the direction of the wind. Next, run in that direction, then get a train back to point A. Point A was Longniddry Bents Number 1 despite my mild protestations that if we drove to the station car park we would be able to jump off the NB train, straight into the car and make a quick getaway. I wasn't even sure a car was necessary. But sometimes it's better not to argue. Spirits were high. So was the wind. It was whipping the sand off the shore and into your hair and eyes. To begin with this wasn't too bad.





This guy was driving down the same stretch when we returned 3.5hrs hours later. He also didn't respond when I gave him a wave. The bastard.





So it's all quite fun being out in the high energy weather at first. But by the time we got to the magic forest Mary felt like a lie down. It was relief to be out of the wind. All the trees were swaying but the warmth of the sun was welcome.


Hadn't noticed this wall/house combo in Aberlady before.


Over the bridge at Aberlady and there were still a few toads about.




The far end of the beach was exposed to the wind and we didn't hang about. The sand was soft and the tide quite far in making the beach more testing than usual.




sanderlings





Again good to get out off the wind but you could hear and see stuff rattling loose in the tree tops and there was a danger of being hit by falling debris.



the sea was frothing at the mouth



we managed to keep our feet dry, just





After Yellowcraigs we took the inland option again. We were both feeling quite bullied by the wind and sand-blasting. Mary was thinking she was having a bad day and it cheered her up to hear I was feeling weary as well. Despite the patches of sunshine it was hard going being out. We both enjoyed choosing euro-millions houses on the run into NB.




NLV Pharos is a lighthouse tender.
(I think it changes the bulbs.)


For a change we weren't rushing to catch the train with seconds to spare. I knew having used it recently the next train was 4.25 so after double checking this we went to the Poonthais for a cup of tea and a scone. They were very welcoming and accommodating of our quick turnaround. It was a nice lift and helped to pass the 1.6 miles from Longniddry Station to the Bents. As we were getting off the train and the rain was hitting our tired stiff legs I asked Mary if she still thought it was a good idea to park 1.6 miles upwind from the station car park. She may have changed her mind but said she wasn't as voluble as I was on the subject. I tried and failed to take selfies of me rolling my eyes while running which I found was nearly impossible. However with the tea and scone helping greatly, it was no time till we turned the corner of the trail and bingo there sat the Berlingo, a very welcome sight. The team agreed it was tough day out and were very glad only one of the team had to cycle along to my mum's house to cook her fish fingers, peas and oven chips, a treat not often enjoyed in Iona Street.




16.6 miles.
15 there, 1.6 back

Monday, 13 March 2017

sunset and moonrise on the airport run


Mary is a morning person. Normally she would avoid an evening run however she noticed the full moon was rising, the sun setting and Cramond Island becoming accessible all within minutes, just after 6pm. And the weather might just be optimum. If we did the airport run setting off an hour before, the rewards might justify hanging around at home all day. 


I am more of a night owl, so my tail was wagging like fury, (if an owl's tail wags), and I suspect I was a bit psycho-hyper after a coffee or 2 out the newish percolator, if the photos are anything to go by. I took a couple of slices of bread for the duckies at the estuary but it was Baltic when we jumped out the car at the Cramond Inn so there was no chance M would entertain this on the way out and by the time we had done the circuit it was far too dusk on the return. Next time duckies!

hmmm the council have closed this route we'd better turn round

turn around the fence more like


then elegantly straddle the other end

look I am a qualified pretengineer and this looks fine to me
(no idea why the council re-opened this, then shut it down, it really does look solid after the fix)


We crossed the Almond at the Cramond Brig then turned left before the hotel, going under the motorway bridge and up the North side of the river, crossing at the Grotto Bridge, then following the delightful riverside trails up to the airport boundary. Running towards the low sun in the trees made for lens flares and orange lit pics. Mary kept a steady pace while I stopped to take photos then raced to catch up. My caffeine legs felt zippy for the first time since the housemaids knee.



One of the few bits of graffiti I actually like.
Well done Jokey/Joker/Josey/Jopey/Dopey/Doper/Joyer/Josef/Popey/Poser/Roger...




love a backlit bush

I think this is a goosander
If you want to see something scary google goosander teeth
Too lazy? I've put the link there for you. Worth a peek!




new beanie!



mental age slightly increased today


full psycho mode



I was hurrying to catch Mary before she turned left down Nether Lennie
and this weirdness came out. Some interesting light about. (This road features in the CAAC 5.)

sundown


moonup


So we were running down the Almond and realised it was about 6.07pm and the moon would be appearing anytime soon. Mary upped the pace saying she would get there (the view being blocked to the East) before me and she would see it first, it was hers and I wasn't to steal it. I remarked that she was flaunting her generous nature again. Then stole her moon and posted it on facebook. 

After 5 mins standing around watching the moon rise and taking pics we got very cold and shivered back to the car. It was nice to get the best weather of the day and to be running in different conditions for a change. Don't think M was convinced and it wasn't really hanging-about-feeding-the-gulls weather. However a few Carnethies have been doing headtorch things and I am tempted to get involved. You don't get long distance landscape photos but it can be quite fun / spooky / adventurous.

We were not tempted in the least by the prospect of walking/running out to Cramond Island. Although we spent quite a time discussing a bivvy out there, and fighting off the giant rats to see who gets inside your sleeping bag. Fun for another day.