March certainly came in like a lamb this year. A third day of sunshine encouraged us to head out for another walk, heading a little further afield this time. The original plan had been to visit the RSPB Reserve at Troup Head, but since we had never visited the tiny seaside village of Crovie (pronounced Crivie) we ignored the brown RSPB signs and drove down the narrow road as far as we could and parked at the carpark and viewpoint overlooking the village. High above the village we had spectacular views in the spring sunshine.
We had read you could walk to Troup Head from the village, but we had not read up carefully enough about how to do it. In the end Mary, Lily and I had a wonderful walk from the village through Crove Farm high up on the cliffs where we encountered a pen of sheep awaiting transport.
We rested up on the verge of the road listening to the wonderful sound of silence with the singing of larks on the edge of our hearing. But it was not silent for long: how big tractors are today! A great monster pulling a trailer drove up to the sheep pen and took my photographic models away!
Remembering the long walk back to the village and the long haul up the hill to the car park we decided to leave Troup Head for another day.
Aberdour Beach
But there was still time for another stop on the way home. We had visited Aberdour beach nearly 40 years ago with friends who wanted water from St Drostan’s Well there. They had been told the water was good for their baby who kept being sick. Unfortunatley when we visited this time, the well was dry.
With the sun low in the sky we headed down to the beach – a magical place with shingle, and sea caves in the sandstone cliffs. We marked it down as a great place to bring the grandchidren the next time they visit us.
I had a wonderful time with my camera trying to catch the spirit of the place with the waves crashing on the shingle and a mystrious mist thrown up by the spray, partly clouding the distant rocks. Mary found some great pieces of sea glass while Lily enjoyed the more leisurly explore of the tideline – much easier walking than up the steep paths at Crovie.