Sunbathing on the Scottish Riviera

Newhaven is an old fishing village. We walked here, in about an hour, along former rail lines repurposed as genial walking paths.

One of dozens (hundreds) of sturdy stone bridges in Edinburgh.  

Tree Macrame: close to the Edinburgh sculpture workshop 

Edinburgh's redeveloping waterfront hasn't gone all touristy yet. There were just a few locals about. We sat in a park on reclaimed land, munched on cheese scones, and watched happy unleashed dogs run like lunatics over well kept lawns. 

Massive stone breakwater: the dark mark about two-thirds up the picture are a man's dark trousers; the shadows in the foreground are ours.

 

Boats harboured in the muck of low tide.

The fashion of local houses: first floors were reserved for fishing nets.

Another militarily important pub.

Our return walk took us along the Water of Leith Path again,
where we saw another abandoned 19th C well.  

We swung past Dean Village again, too.

 Thanks for reading!

Karen

Bruce's still-forming pun of the day:
Something-something the Firth of Forth;
something-something the forth or fifth.