A Windy Day on the Forth

Today we took an afternoon walk down to one of our favourite beaches at Gullane.

The wind was most fierce and I enjoyed watching the Kite Surfers skiting at speed across the Forth estuary.

I have always loved the power and drama of windy days. As a child on such occasions, I was often warned by Mum "... to watch out for falling chimney pots". That good advice has stayed with me and I can honestly say that I have not been hit by a chimney to date :-).

At School we boys used to upturn our jackets above our heads and use them as human sails to propel ourselves at otherwise unachievable speeds across the playground.

A previous windy day at St Abb's Head on the East coast had reminded me of this exhilarating feeling. It was all I could do, just to stand up!