Pettycur harbour
For various reasons I will not bore you with, it has been a while since my cameras were out of their bags. Today, though, with the rugby to look forward to in the afternoon and a rare window of opportunity this morning, we picked up a picnic and scampered along the coast for low tide at Pettycur. For me, until I am fit enough, it could not be a long walk, so I entertained myself close to the harbour. My Fuji X-T5 had the ancient Nikon 85mm lens, which was the excuse to construct a few “panorama” images. The first, of the huts above is not the perfect composition but it gives the sense of the cosy little row of almost-cottages along the harbour wall, most of which are well decorated and kitted out with wood-burning stoves. Some of the huts are used to smoke the fish caught off the nearby shore, filling the air with the most delicious aroma. There’s nothing like fresh Fife fish.
There’s nothing like Fife, to be fair. I love how the light on this languid looking rope contrasts with the deep colour of the seaweed below the high water line. The age of the harbour is evident in the wear on the sandstone steps, too, giving a feeling of connection with the history of the place. The sandstone itself will have been taken from the nearby hills, which have supplied so many of the great building of Edinburgh’s architecture.
Despite not being able to walk too far at the moment, I still had the most wonderful time just looking – looking at the treasures and landscapes around Pettycur Harbour. The rugby didn’t quite go the way we hoped it might, but it was still cracking sport. Saturdays are the greatest.