what a start!

I have just deleted a rather waffling story about our first evening and after reading it and re-reading it, decided I would not inflict it upon you...no, think I will ignore our soggy and windy first evening with a noisy flapping tent and I suggest you do too!

Saturday we woke early to the sounds of barn swallows screaming overhead and the twittering of pied wagtails in the field around the tent. Himself and I left the boys sleeping in their bags as we hugged mugs of coffee in the cool morning air.

 We were not the only enjoying the early autumnal sun,
a huge buck rabbit sat sleepily, yawning and washing between his toes.

And in the hedge below us a robin chuck chuck chucked crossly at something.

We roused ourselves from our stupor and woke the boys - we had a day to enjoy!

We set off as soon as breakfast had been washed and put away

to Kirkcudbright! (pronounced kirk-coo-bree)

I filled my senses with the sights and sounds

of the bustling seaside town.

Little did we know what pleasures we would have here over the next few days.

The sea was sparkling, reflecting on the underside of the fishing boats, 

while the water-worn rusted links were warm to the touch.

The town had spent the summer celebrating

and this weekend was the culmination to the festivities.

On the small elevated town green were huge photographs 

filled with images of the local fishermen

and of their fishing fleet.

The trawler behind is the one in the photo.

The whole square was bedecked in mini flag bunting

and they looked so summery as they fluttered in the light breeze,

(such a contrast to last night's wild weather).

Oh what happy start to our micro-adventures,

believe me, we packed in an awful lot

in a such a short time.

xxx