I haven't quite worked out how to get this picture the right way up.
We parked at the shore at Lower Largo, and after admiring the beautiful view across the water we started the gentle but steady climb up the Serpentine walk to reach Upper Largo. Today is 'Open Doors' day in Fife and we were tempted to pop in and see Upper Largo church, but resisted as we would have had to have coffee and a blether and may not have had time left for the walk. Upper Largo is a quaint wee town - no two houses the same it seemed, and a lovely wee school for the local children. Idyllic! Largo Law was beautiful today as you can see on the first photo above. Hilda was testing out her new binoculars so we all had to have a shot to see who could see the farthest. We passed a caravan park and remarked how restoring it must be for folk with busy city lives to holiday in a spot such as this.
We walked along the edge of the wheat fields and stopped to watch the combine harvesters gathering the ripened crop. What a wonderful sight. But the thought of wee sleekit cow'rin' tim'rous beasties possibly scarpering for their lives made us continue our walk at speed.
Keil's Den (Woodlands Trust) is a beautiful walk and one that none of us had been on before. Again we stopped at vantage points along the way to soak up the views. One of our group, who shall remain nameless, did suggest that the farmer surely wouldn't miss one tattie shaw in a field we stood in. But reflecting on Rev Elston's sermon today about taking something that didn't belong to you, she was suitably shamed. Some folk...
By the time we reached Lundin Links the weather was becoming cooler and when we had one last look at Largo Law, we couldn't quite see it all for the cloud resting atop. Through the town and on to Lower Largo again where we stopped at the Crusoe Hotel for our coffee. We sat outside of course and talked about the appeal of seaside houses, all painted in different colours and some with steps right down to the shore. A lottery win was mentioned.....
We passed Robinson Crusoe's statue on the house where Alexander Selkirk was born as we walked through the very narrow main street of hotch potch little houses. And after picking up the car and Rona driving back along the same narrow street, we wondered why it isn't one way and another route created out of the village. Well I guess that is just part of the village's quirky charm.
