The Cullen Viaduct

It if weren't for the appalling weather forecast for tomorrow, one might have thought that the sleet and bitter winds of yesterday were nature's way of saying *'Hunty Gowk' to us poor mortals on the 1st April.

Today dawned clear, sunny and positively balmy. The surfers were out early in the bay catching the waves and I was out early trying to blip them with about as much success as they seemed to have had on finding the wave with their name on it.

Much later, sitting in the Rockpool café in Cullen for coffee and a first look at the papers, the sun was so merciless through the glass that it was somewhat of a relief to take our cameras and go for a walk over the famous Cullen Railway Viaduct and back to the town by the sands.
The viaduct was built in the 1800s for the railway line which suffered under the Beeching cuts of 1964. It has been transformed into a coastal walkway to the next village of Portknockie.

From the high vantage point, Seatown, the original part of Cullen, seemed a hotch potch of fishermen's houses huddled together on the shore with little personal space between them. Apparently the numbering of the houses is completely random, reflecting more the time of their building than their position along a street- a postie's nightmare.

* I would be interested to know how many people use or have used the expression 'Hunty Gowk' instead of the Anglicised 'April Fool'.