It was another gloriously warm and sunny day today, so I decided to head into East Lothian to cycle around the coast. I drove to North Berwick and parked in the car park at the bottom of North Berwick Law which is crowned with the remains of a fort. As I cycled back through town I spotted a Ferrari in a traffic jam. Then another one. And another one. And another one.
I stopped and watched as seven or eight Ferraris passed by, then continued on my way to Tantallon Castle.
In the car park at the castle were around twenty Ferraris from the Ferrari Owners’ Club!
After a good while admiring the Italian thoroughbreds I set off once more, stopping to take another picture of Tantallon Castle with the Bass Rock as a backdrop.
Further on I stopped to take a picture of the interesting anchor-shaped Scoughall Farm sign.
As I was standing at the junction I heard the unmistakable sound of high-performance engines approaching, and was lucky enough to see all the Ferraris round the corner one by one, many of the drivers beeping their horns and waving at me as they passed by at speed.
This was to be my last sighting of the Ferraris today. My next stop was the church in the small village of Whitekirk – despite the village’s name the church wasn’t white but built from red sandstone.
From Whitekirk there is a long, straight road which climbs gradually, crossing the River Tyne before reaching the A1. This major road was obviously an important route thousands of years ago, as there are a couple of standing stones beside it. The first, Kirklandhill is square in section and slab-like.
The second stone, Pencraig Hill, is a similar size but is more triangular in section. It stands directly between the forts of Traprain Law and North Berwick Law.
I had planned on carrying on to Dunbar but I was conscious that the sun was starting to go down, so I started back the way I had come, making good progress in the still evening air. Back in the car I drove along the coast to Edinburgh, stopping at Gosford Bay, where the beach was silhouetted against the sea and sky.
Closer to home Arthur’s Seat was also just a silhouette against a red-tinged twilight sky.