WEEK 12 – Montrose, Angus to Cullen, Moray

  

105 miles

(total 975 miles)

This week was mostly spent in Aberdeenshire and saw me cross into the Highlands and round the NE corner of the UK map into the Moray Firth. Despite seeing several adverts referring to the coastal path, there hasn’t really one this far North. At least not one that is consistent or maintained. The theme of the week seems to have been wet feet as I spent so much time forcing my way along overgrown paths or skirting around farmers’ fields and climbing fences. It hasn’t been ideal, and nor has the weather: grey and dull for most of the week. I was beginning to wonder if the sun ever shone this far North but then it came out on Saturday, and what a difference it made. The grey stone buildings looked a lot more beautiful in the sunshine. The sunny weekend was just the pick-me-up that I required; sunshine, better paths and vibrant little towns. 

The further North I get the coastal towns feel more remote and are definitely geared more towards fishing than tourism. A consequence of this is cafes, pubs and shops are becoming scarcer on the coast with many towns seemingly having no facilities at all. 

I have started to get buses more frequently as I try and avoid walking on roads, difficult areas with no paths and bad weather. I am thinking a bus tour of Britain might be a better idea. I don’t particularly enjoy walking for walking’s sake; head down trying not to stumble or no views to look at. 

There was a definite pattern to the fishing towns towards the end of the week in Aberdeenshire and Moray. They were all built into hills with a Seatown at the bottom, which was where the fishermen’s cottages were, many of them built side-on to the sea. I am pretty sure every town I walked through had a Seafield Road as well. The houses are much the same but can be brightened up by painting the window surrounds, or the house itself, in vibrant colours. Each town had a harbour as its focal point and many still have the net-drying posts still in place. My favourite small fishing towns were Portsoy and Cullen as they seemed to have a community spirit and things going on. Some towns almost seemed shut. 

I was really lucky this week to have been hosted by Fran and Sam, Rohan and Oli. Without their kindness and company I would have struggled this week. I’m hoping for better weather in July. Because of the poor weather I have not wanted to camp and so have stayed in guest houses for several nights. I have not been bowled over by the standard of guest houses up here, and they have not been cheaper than further South. Each one I’ve stayed in has provided only one of the following: clean accommodation, private bathroom or a proper breakfast. All of them seem to have purchased £10 mattresses from Argos. Easier than camping in the rain, but not a lot nicer. Still, beggars can’t be choosers I suppose. 

Typical fishermen’s cottages in Seatown, Cullen

Day 84 Moray Fishing Towns

Sunday 28 June 2015

Macduff to Cullen

17.5 miles

Cullen Harbour Hostel

What a great day – I felt like I was due one. It was an inauspicious start as it was pouring with rain when I got up so, having requested an early breakfast (8 am) I promptly then hung around until the rain stopped at 10 am. I was glad to leave as the place stank of dogs (the owners had 9) and there were hairs everywhere in my room. 

It was a short walk around Banff Bay on the road, crossing the River Deveron. Whereas Macduff harbour had fishing boats in it, Banff harbour had small yachts. There didn’t look to be a great difference in the 2 towns but I bet there is a huge rivalry. Both towns are built on hills that seem to guard the exit of the river into the sea. At Banff there was a spring that the Romans had built a structure over and it was known as the Red Well (pronounced Reed Wall up here!). A bit like Stonehenge, the light is apparently different at dawn on the summer solstice and, if looking out from inside, the sun rises over the sea up to 21 June and then over the land (at Troup Head) from 21 June. Perhaps it was a farming calendar?  

The Red Well, Banff
 The walk from Banff to Whitehills was on a cycle path so easy going. For the first time in a while I saw sand bags propped up against the seafront houses. It is interesting how many of the houses on the sea front are built sideways on with only one small window facing the sea, very practical and will probably also keep them safe from 2nd home owners! 

Fishermen’s cottages built side-on to the sea
I stopped at a shop and noticed the headline in the local paper was all about a stand off between wildlife activists and the Scottish Wild Salmon Company (whose shed I’d noticed yesterday in Gardenstown). The activists were trying to stop the Salmon Company from shooting seals that were presumably feeding on their salmon. An interesting argument this one as I found out later in Portsoy because the salmon numbers have dwindled right down and the seal numbers are huge now that man no longer culls them. 

In Whitehills I stopped for a coffee and was considering getting the bus as the next section was along a road; however, the waitress convinced me that it was a nice walk along a very minor road and she was right. I had good views to the see as the road was higher than the cliff edge.  

Great place to sit and admire the view back to Whitehills
 It also meant I got to cross the pretty wee valley that the Burn of Boyne flows through. 

Watermill in Boyne Valley – complete with plastic duck in the river!
  Unfortunately Boyne Castle was hidden from my view and I wasn’t about to walk across the fields to look for it, although I was told this is possible. The sun was shining again but there was a big black cloud approaching and I was hoping to make it over the hill and into Portsoy before it hit. I didn’t make it and got a good soaking. It didn’t matter though because I treated myself to an ice cream from the Portsoy post office, where they make their own, and then the sun came out again. (There was no banana flavour ice cream because next weekend is the Portsoy International Traditional Boat Festival and this year bananas have been deemed bad luck!) I wandered down to the Seatown (all the towns here are built on hills around a harbour with the main town at the top and the Seatown down by the harbour) and stopped at The Salmon Bothy.  

The Salmon Bothy at Portsoy
 This is an old, and quite grand, ice house that has been turned into a small museum. Just like in Gourdon a few days ago, I was shown around by a very enthusiastic volunteer. I saw a model of laid out salmon fishing nets, which explained what I had seen in the sea at Lunan Bay, saw photos of the old cobles (similar fishing boats to those in N Yorks) and enquired that, yes, the fishermen did wear ganseys. Nice to see the same traditions linking England and Scotland.  

The community room in the Salmon Bothy complete with knitted fish
 Portsoy had a community spirit and the Salmon Bothy seemed to be a bit of a hub for all sorts of community activities and clubs, not to mention the office for organising the annual Boat Festival. The ladies of the town had built a rowing boat (painted pink) that they raced and the children had built optimist sailing dinghies that they called pessimists because there has been no wind when they tested them.  

 I stopped in the cafe for some tea before the last leg to Cullen. The sun was shining and it was a wonderful walk over the cliffs to Sandend Bay (where I saw 7 people in the sea; 4 without wetsuits). 

The beautiful beach at Sandend Bay
  I crossed the lovely beach and headed up the cliff again, this time on an unmaintained path. Thank goodness for my walking poles as at one point the path fell away but I couldn’t see this through the waist high grass and nearly fell down a steep slope! I suffered a second rain shower and this one didn’t seem to be coming from a cloud as the sun was still shining!  

A rainbow over the cliffs
 Fortunately the path improved and there were stunning views of the cliffs and of Findlater Castle, built in 1455 by Sir Walter Ogilvy and abandoned in the mid 1600s. It was in a good place to withstand attacks!  

Findlater Castle
 Soon the path dropped down the cliff into Sunnyside Bay, a secluded bay that is a decent trek from the nearest car park. Suddenly the path was through head height grasses and I couldn’t even see the beach!  

Head height grasses and I’m on Sunnyside Beach!
 I did find Charlie’s Cave, a rock with a dome shape in it (not even a proper cave) where Frenchman called Charlie made a home for himself and lived for 13 years with 2 cats and a vegetable patch. He deserted from the French Navy in WW1 and stopped here until eventually a landowner complained and he was moved on. Incredible story and what a harsh place to live.  

Charlie’s cave – no more than a hollow in a rock
 For the first time the coastal path actually skirted around the cliffs at Logie Head and at one point I had to climb the Giant’s Steps, which were hand cut and placed by one man in 1987 to improve the path. The locals have made a memorial to Tony Hetherington.  

The Giant’s steps – the only exit from Sunnyside Beach
  
A proper cliff path!
 
Finally I was within sight of Cullen. Just the pet cemetery to walk past, which was being tended by an old man who I subsequently found out built it as a labour of love. He wrote to the Queen for permission when the council refused his request and he meticulously keeps it tidy, thoroughly cleaning all the stones and brushing the sand away (it is by the seaside!). Sounds like a bit of an eccentric who doesn’t like his wife! I did see one gravestone that read Sammy the Seal.  

The beautifully kept Cullen Pet Cemetary, right on the shore
 I was staying right on the harbour front in a really well appointed hostel, which I had all to myself. It was quite late so I headed straight up the hill to the pub I’d been recommended for some dinner.  

Cullen Bay
 Had a lovely seafood platter and a pint at the Three Kings and then I got chatting to the locals and it all went horribly wrong. 

A fishy dinner fit for a king!
  A few pints and a whisky later I staggered back down the hill well after closing and forgetting to pay my tab! It had been a good night. Thanks to Campbell the landlord, and Michael and Peter for the conversation and the drinks.  

Looking through the railway arches at the sun setting over Cullen Bay

Day 83 A Bus Ride into the Moray Firth

Saturday 27 June 2015

Fraserburgh to Macduff
3 miles
Park Hotel

I awoke to glorious sunshine (and a fire alarm), fantastic (not so fantastic). I rushed my cooked breakfast (first one for a month) in order to catch the early bus to Rosehearty, which would avoid a walk along the main road. I was looking at today’s route when the bus arrived, and I didn’t get on. The driver even asked me if I wanted to get on as I had my bag in hand, but the thing was I couldn’t face another long day with wet feet and no paths. There were no defined paths on the map virtually the whole way to Macduff and I knew that my walk would involve forcing my way through more long grass, nettles and thistles, and probably navigating my way around some farmers’ fields and climbing fences. None of it was appealing. I had a quick rethink and decided to catch a bus all the way to Macduff instead. This new plan meant I had a couple of hours to kill in The Broch (Fraserburgh) so I headed to the very corner, the NE tip, in order to contemplate life. Fraserburgh marks the start of the Moray Firth, all 500 miles of coastline up to Duncansby Head (John O’Groats). 

Kinnaird Head Lighthouse
 Kinnaird Head Lighthouse was the first one to be built by the Northern Lighthouse Board in 1787 and it was built into an existing castle. Now it is part of the Fraserburgh Lighthouse Museum. There is also a heritage museum (although I was too early for either museum to be open) and I wandered around the grounds.  

The buoy park at the Heritage Museum
I walked right onto the Head and sat on a bench looking at the sea for ages. I watched a few birds and just enjoyed the sunshine glinting on the water and the sound of the sea. It was lovely and peaceful.  

my bench
 I eventually walked into town, the usual small, grey streets I am becoming accustomed to up here. The pavements are so skinny that there are no fronts to any of the shops and I find it strange walking down a street with shops where you can’t see the shops until you’re right outside them. I bought a newspaper and sat in a cafe to enjoy a leisurely Saturday morning coffee and paper…just like home!
I caught the bus and we stopped at a couple of the small fishing towns I was missing. They looked stunning, albeit the sun was shining today. The cliff walking I was missing looked pretty tough as there were lots of beautiful valleys containing burns that flowed down to the sea, so there would have been a number of steep descents and climbs, with fences to clamber over. The Tore Burn valley leading not into Cullykhan Bay looked the biggest and most impressive, filled with gorse. 

Looking back at Gordonstown – look at the hills!
In Gardenstown there were some kids jumping off the harbour wall into the sea. It was a shame I missed Troup Head as that is a rather dominant feature along the coast and also an RSPB reserve. 

Once in Macduff I headed back East a little, along the golf course, to get a good view of the cliffs I had missed.  

The view back along the coast from Macduff to Gardenstown
 Tarlair outdoor pool is a relic waiting to be rescued. It could be amazing and it’s in a phenomenal location.  

Tarlair outdoor pool, Macduff
 Although it probably doesn’t get much sun if the last 3 weeks are anything to go by.   

Looking out to sea, just beautiful
 I walked into Macduff, enjoying that my boots were properly dry for the first time since Sunday. I had forgotten what colour they were! Rain clouds were coming overhead so I ducked into the Macduff Marine Aquarium and spent a couple of hours learning more about the diversity of marine species in the Moray Firth. It is an excellent facility with a huge tank open to the elements. I learned that there are 30 types of shark in the Moray Firth (including dog fish and other related species), and that kelp ‘trees’ can grow up to 30m tall. Hopefully I will see some more dolphins, and maybe even whales. 

I walked through the Macduff streets, up the hill to the war memorial, and admired the view across to Banff and beyond. I could just about make out the hills in N Scotland, across the Moray Firth. 

Macduff and Banff across the water
I checked into my guest house (not looking forward to the karaoke or the help-yourself-breakfast) and was advised there were only 2 options for dinner: the Chinese, or the Knowes Hotel. I went for the hotel. Great view from my window seat and there were hardly any customers in the only restaurant in a reasonably sized town on a Saturday night. This seems to me to be a difference between Scotland and England.    
View to Banff from restaurant
 

Day 82 Another Long Beach Walk to Fraserburgh

Friday 26 June 2015

Peterhead to Fraserburgh
17.5 miles
Coral Haven Guest House

Another grey day. Will they ever end? It took me the best part of an hour to get to the centre of Peterhead so I stopped for a proper breakfast: a huge pancake with maple syrup and a coffee. It seems that bed and breakfasts in Scotland rarely provide a proper breakfast, at least the ones I stay at all seem to offer self-service cereals, and they’re not even cheap!  

Peterhead Port looking drab in the mist
 I crossed the Ugie River via the Birnie pedestrian bridge leading to Peterhead Golf Club, the 18th oldest in the world. Before the bridge was built by a benefactor in the early 20th Century the golf club had to provide a ferry-man to allow access from the town. Here an old lady enquires about my walk and told me I needed to stay land-side by the burn at the end of the golf course as the beach had sinking sand. I took her advice on board and wished I hadn’t. The burn didn’t even reach the beach and I ended up walking through yet more wet grass in the dunes and so my feet, socks and boots were soaked again. I was not happy. 

I had to jump down a sand dune to access the beach and then it was a 3 hour walk, mostly along the beach, to St Combs. There wasn’t much to see today, only a few birds and no people. I took a detour into the dunes at Scotston to find a path that would lead me to a bridge across a burn just before a huge gas terminal. Annoyingly, the path over the bridge and beyond was overgrown so I was treated to another soaking for my feet and legs and several nettle stings. Another jump down a sand dune cliff was required to access the beach again. Amazingly, as I approached Rattray Head the sun came out for an hour and I got a nice view of The Ron lighthouse just off shore.  

Rattray Head Lighthouse
 The wind dropped off a bit as I rounded Rattray Head and there was lots of seaweed on the shore.  

seaweed on the beach
At the next burn, coming out of Loch of Strathbeg behind the dunes, I took my boots and socks off and paddled across to avoid a detour into the dunes to find the bridge. I took the opportunity to sit down, eat my lunch and try to dry my feet and socks off a bit. 

St Combs and Inverallochy were both grey towns with nothing going on. They were linked by a golf course that had some huge, grey and soulless-looking houses by the side of it. At Inverallochy I decided to get the bus the last 4 miles to Fraserburgh as my feet were getting sore from 2 days of walking with wet socks and boots. Standing at the bus stop it started raining; decision vindicated.  

A bench at St Combs – built to withstand the elements!
 I arrived in Fraserburgh in time to collect my next set of maps from the Post Office and find my Guest House. This one does serve breakfast, hurrah. 

Day 81 Magnificent Cliffs 

Thursday 25 June 2015

Newburgh to Peterhead
23 miles
Invernettie Guest House

When I looked out of the window this morning all I could see was mist. Not very inspiring but I caught an early bus back to Newburgh anyway. It wasn’t raining but everything was wet. I walked over the bridge crossing the Ythan River and then entered the Forvie Nature Reserve.  

a heronry on the Ythan banks – there are at least 7 herons in this photo
 Here there is an Eider duck sanctuary and I saw lots sat by the water, as well as a few seals.  

An Eider bench

Eider ducks
 It was over a mile across the dunes and down to the beach. At one point I came up over a dune to be hit with a wonderful view of the Ythan, Eider ducks and terns everywhere.  

The view across the dunes and the Ythan, Eiders and terns everywhere
A couple of miles along the beach watching the terns catching fish and then it was back into the dunes, past the remains of a village lost to the dunes many years ago, and then into Collieston. Like a number of coastal villages I pass, it has no facilities, no shop, cafe or pub, just houses. All the gardens seemed particularly well tended though and there was a dolphin on the cliff.  

Collieston

A dolphin on the cliff
From Collieston I made my way up onto the cliffs. Although it wasn’t raining I was forced to don my waterproof trousers as the path was not well maintained and was overgrown with hip-height grass, nettles and thistles. It was so wet that it didn’t take long before my goretex boots were soaked through and I was squelching again. From Collieston to Whinnyfold was very hard going, following mainly sheep tracks that were narrow and difficult to see through the grasses so there was a lot of stumbling.  

This is the path!
The weather was grey and misty for a lot of the day so the view of the first Slains Castle of the day wasn’t the best.  
Slains Castle ruins through the mist
 I came across a farmer rounding up his sheep that were grazing on the cliff edge. He was putting them back in the field as they had sore feet from walking the same sheep tracks all the time, but they liked grazing the cliff. I had to listen carefully as his strong accent made him very difficult to understand. It was easy to understand his complaints about the weather though; he should have harvested his crop 2 weeks ago in the June sunshine, but not this year! 

At one point I stumbled across a juvenile peregrine falcon perched on the cliff as I rounded a bend. We stared at one another before he took off. I stood and looked and so was screamed at by 3 peregrines circling above me until I moved far enough away from their nest. I was lucky to get such a good, close view. 

I was able to take my waterproofs off at Whinnyfold (another village with just a few houses) as the path rounded the cliff top and dropped down to Cruden Bay so I could walk along the beach.  

Cruden Bay
Cruden Bay beach was where a Norwegian Kommander took off from in July 1914 on his way to completing the first crossing of the North Sea by air. The town has 2 convenience stores and a pub so I decided to stop for a nice lunch as I was soaked and tired. I can recommend the Kilmarnock Arms Hotel.  

Smoked Ugie haddock risotto with a duck egg and a parmesan crisp – just what I needed!
 The last stretch was on the cliff top again but this time there was a better path for most of it. I walked to the 2nd Slains Castle, which was bigger and more imposing than the first.  
The mist cleared a bit and for half an hour I could see the old RAF Buchan golf ball radar on a hill. The cliffs were spectacular, particularly at Bullers of Buchan. All day I had the sights, sounds and smells of all the sea birds on the cliffs, and here there were some of the best views. I didn’t see a puffin or a gannet, but everything else was in abundance, even a couple of buzzards. Not only were there lots of birds to keep me interested but the rocks that formed the cliffs seemed to change throughout this walk as well. In better weather and with a better path this walk could well be at the top of the list of stunning cliff top walks. 

Dunbuy Cliff
  
Bullers of Buchan
  
The Hole at Bullers of Buchan
I walked past an old quarry and down into Boddam, with its memorial to RAF Buchan personnel.  

RAF Buchan personnel were appreciated by the folk of Boddam
 From here it was a short walk around a seafood factory, a power station, Sandford Bay and back to the guest house on the Southern edge of Peterhead. It was late and starting to rain. It had been a long day but the cliffs and the birds had been spectacular. 

Day 80 Walking Balmedie Beach

Wednesday 24 June 2015

Aberdeen to Newburgh
15 miles
Invernettie Guest House, Peterhead

Oli gave me a lift back to the beach on the North side of the River Don. He walked the first couple of miles along the beach with me and I had an easy time of it because he carried my rucksack. It was nice walking with company. 

Oli carrying my rucksack along the beach
Balmedie Beach is about 10 miles long so I had planned to walk most of the day on the sand, which should make for easy walking. The weather forecast was rain and it wasn’t long before the fine mist in the air became a fine drizzle. 

The beach has beautiful golden sand and I saw very few people.  

Just my tracks on the beach
 The further North I went, the more alone I seemed and the bigger the flocks of birds gathered on the shoreline: gulls, oyster catchers, one flock of eider ducks at one point and terns diving for fish. I also saw the odd seal playing just off the beach. The birds and the sound of the sea kept me company.  
A group of Eider ducks
  

Disturbing a flock of gulls at Blackdog Rock
Halfway along the beach I walked through the only gap in the dunes and through Balmedie Country Park in search of a cafe in Balmedie. I saw a sign to the Beachside Cafe; little did I realise that it was a 30 minute walk from the beach! On the plus side, I was out of the rain for an hour and had a nice lunch.

I walked back to the Country Park and thought I’d follow a path through the dunes. It soon petered out and I had to cross the dunes and get back onto the beach.  

Lots of dunes
After a few more miles I came to the River Ythan and had to turn inland to Newburgh. There was a colony of grey seals hanging around at the mouth of the river; most lying on the sand, some fighting and several in the water. The ones swimming were very curious about me.  
Seals in the mouth of the River Ythan
As I made my way into Newburgh the fine drizzle became heavier rain and I was forced to put on my waterproof. It was miserable and the thought of walking on to Collieston and wild camping, with not even a pub to go to, was appealing less and less. I walked past a bus stop and made a snap decision to wait 10 minutes for the next bus to Peterhead (tomorrow’s destination) as it is a bigger town. I found a basic guest house with a free room and was grateful to get dry. The weather forecast for the next few days is not good and today was pretty cold, only 9 degrees. I was glad I wasn’t camping. 

A pretty jellyfish on the beach
  
and another one
 

Day 79 On the bus off the bus to Dunottar Castle

Tuesday 23 June 2015

Tod Head Lighthouse to Aberdeen
15 miles
Oli’s house (Sam’s friend)

 

Looking my best after a night camping at the top of the lighthouse
 I woke up to the sound of screaming gulls and a wonderful 270 degree view out of the lighthouse.  

Tod Head lighthouse
 After breakfast Rohan walked me the “pub route” (scrambling around the cliffs) to Catelline, where she left me to catch the bus to Dunottar rather than walk on the road. 

Rohan, with her lighthouse in the background
  Dunottar Castle was worth seeing. The ancient stronghold of the Earls Marischal of Scotland it has a long and colourful history due to its fantastic position on a high cliff surrounded by sea on 3 sides. It was the sight of a failed 8 month siege by Cromwell that saved the Scottish Crown Jewels.  

The magnificent Dunottar Castle
From Dunottar to Stonehaven was a well trodden path (hurrah) via the Stonehaven war memorial on Black Hill. It was built in 1922 and was designed to look like temple ruins. It’s siting and design made it possibly the most impressive war memorial I had come across.  
The Stonehaven War Memorial at Black Hill
 

It was then a short walk down into Stonehaven, the birthplace of Robert Thompson, inventor of the pneumatic tyre. 

Stonehaven harbour with Garron Point in the background
  It seemed like a really nice town so I had a look around and stopped at the Cool Gourmet cafe, which I highly recommend for coffee and a homemade scone. Unfortunately the open air heated swimming pool, filled with sea water at the start of the season, was closed otherwise I might have been tempted for a dip. Instead I decided I wanted to walk to Garron Point, which is the Highland fault boundary, and is just North of Stonehaven. It marks the line between the sandstone rocks to the south and the harder, granite-type rocks to the North, the border between the Lowlands and the Highlands.  

Garron Point, where the Lowlands meets the Highlands
I’m pleased I walked this route up through Cowie Kirkyard and across the golf course as the views back to Stonehaven, Black Hill Memorial and Dunottar Castle were excellent.  

Looking back at Dunottar Castle, Black Hill and Stonehaven
 As it was already the afternoon, and the next section didn’t have marked paths, I walked back into Stonehaven to catch a bus to Portlethen. The bus stopped at Asda in Portlethen so I popped in to get a couple of bits and then thought I might as well push the boat out and get a taxi to Cove Bay to avoid a stretch of road walking. This worked well as it enabled me to enjoy the last stretch into Aberdeen along a beautiful coastline. I took the time to stop and watch the kittiwakes and razorbills nesting on the cliffs, ignoring the terrible smell.  
Can you see this kittiwake’s chick?
  
Kittiwakes nesting on the cliffs
 

There were lots of caves in the cliffs and it was generally a very pleasant walk.  

One of many caves
I crossed the stony Nigg Bay and then rounded Girdle Ness, past the lighthouse, and the port of Aberdeen came fully into view. There were lots of ships anchored in the bay and plenty more in port.  
Aberdeen port and looking across at Footdee and the Marine Operations Centre
It was a long walk around the port to Footdee, the old port area of Aberdeen with the new Marine Operations Centre. Here I met Oli, a friend of Sam’s, who had kindly agreed to put me up for the night. Another outdoors person, like Rohan, it was nice to chat and Oli was a great host. I was feeling really lucky to have had a few nights of good company now. 

I didn’t stop at the fish bar in Stonehaven

Day 78 Dolphins and a Lighthouse

Monday 22 June 2015

St Cyrus to Tod Head, Catalline
14 miles
Tod Head Lighthouse

Another cold, grey and rather windy day. I set off from Fran’s and headed to the St Cyrus beach, which was stunningly beautiful even under dark clouds.  

Looking down the road to St Cyrus Bay at the mouth of the River North Esk, the boundary between Angus and Aberdeenshire
 It has enormous cliffs behind it that were formed from the eruption of a volcano near Montrose a long time ago.  

Amazing cliffs set back behind the beach and the dunes
 The River North Esk flows out into the sea along a plain that splits the beach and you can see it has changed its course and some old fishing houses that were once by the river are now derelict buildings marooned in the dunes. I started walking on the beach but it was too windy and the sand too soft so I walked through the dunes instead and then had to scale the huge cliff via one of the few paths to the top.  

Looking North from the cliff

Looking South from the cliff
 From here things got trickier as the map said there was a path, which the council had closed for safety reasons (erosion) and the only other way was to walk along the main A92 road. I walked through a potato field looking for another route and couldn’t get out over the electrified fence so had to double back. I decided to risk the path anyway and it was alright. The main problem was that it was so overgrown I was wading through long grass and nettles so that, in the current weather conditions, I ended up soaked through from the waist down, including my socks and inside my boots. But I made it to Johnshaven, albeit over an hour later than I expected as the going was very slow. 

I had a quick stop at the pub there for a coffee and a chat to the owner who was from London. She has lived here for 18 years and loves the “rugged East Coast of Scotland”. I was warned coastal paths would be hard to come by.  

I need one of these!
 On the way out of Johnshaven I saw a lady standing in her porch looking through binoculars so I tried to see what she was looking at; a small pod of dolphins heading North near the shore. My first sighting, brilliant. The kind lady lent me her binoculars to have a better look and I saw a couple of youngsters in the pod. They were travelling so slowly that I was outpacing them as I walked along the coastal cycle path to Gourdon; the easiest walking of the day. 

Gourdon is a small fishing village and I stopped to have a quick look in the small museum there that houses the Maggie Law lifeboat – essentially a rowing boat. It was commissioned in 1890 by the fishermen of the village who all agreed to be taxed a penny to pay for it. The village already had a bigger, RNLI lifeboat but the fishermen were worried that they needed a flat-bottomed lifeboat that could rescue people from the rocky shoreline where boats were likely to get into difficulties. In the end they rescued 36 people between 1890 and 1930. What a heart warming story.  

The Maggie Law museum, Johnshaven
 It was only a mile from Gourdon to Inverbervie and once across the town’s river the path petered out. It was then a case of scrambling up the rocks, following sheep tracks, walking through barley fields and climbing several fences to make my way to Tod Head lighthouse to meet Rohan. It was worth the effort.  

Beautiful cliffs North of Inverbervie but no paths

Ever get the feeling you’re being watched?
  Rohan is an incredible lady that Sam put me in touch with as she does a lot of wild camping. She has climbed all the Munros  and the Corbetts and is an expert at wild camping so I had lots of questions. She was in the process of turning the lighthouse into her home and very kindly put me up for the night. Despite the building site and no running water in the main house Rohan cooked a wonderful dinner. I ‘camped’ at the top of the light tower listening to the howling wind and woke to the screaming birds. What a fantastic experience. Thanks Rohan.