Rock on

Over the years the kids have had favourite rocks and trees that they like to climb. They seem to have shrunk as the children have grown. 

This one is a regular – and we are clearly not alone – it is smoothed by generations of hands and feet with little hand and footholds in just the right places.

This is the sea

Where the river meets the sea, where land becomes water – it changes with the tide, day by day and year on year. 

This is a favourite short walk with a bit of sandy beach and some rocks to clamber on.  Well worn steps are cut in the rock, rusted remains of diving boards – from the days when people came across the Forth by steamer.

Initials and dates carved in rock.

Searching

WW2 searchlight building on the Forth. It is one of a row of three next to the remains of a six inch gun emplacement. at Charles Hill. Grey, eroded concrete now, they would have had camouflage paint in their day.

Searching for eider ducks and seals now rather than enemy ships.

The coast here is littered with relics like this – gun emplacements, pill boxes, tank traps, poles on sand flats to stop glider landings.  All gradually being reclaimed by nature.

Abbey and ethyline

A view from above that little beach – with the Braefoot terminal, Inchcolm, Edinburgh and the Pentland Hills beyond.

Just along from here is the “Monk’s Cave” and the WW2 Charles Hill gun emplacement.

An anti submarine net ran from here out to Inchcolm – you can still find bits on the shore.There was also one on the other side of the river between Cramond and Cramond Island.

Great place to sit quietly and watch the seals and seabirds. You might dream of building a cabin here – if it wasn’t in the blast zone…

The Monks’ Cave isn’t a cave as such but the remains of a strange little medieval building built into the side of the hill.  I think the theory is that  it was used for storage by the monks crossing from here to the Abbey on Inchcolm.  More recently it was used to store ammunitiion in the second world war.

Sea Mayweed

Flowers at the high tide line on a local beach. Sea Mayweed I think.

Within sight and sound of seals basking on low tide rocks and the abbey on Inchcolm.  Oh, and the Braefoot terminal loading ethyline on to a tanker.

A perfect beach for a quiet picnic perhaps – shells on the strand and lots of sea sculpted driftwood.

Wikipedia tells me that in Iceland this plant is called Baldr’s Brow – after the son of Odin.