A Saltire in Culross

The sun shone out of an impossibly blue sky today to raise the temperature to levels where a hat was not required. What a change after all the wind and rain of the last week. Is it any wonder the British constantly talk about the weather?

With spring in mind and a spring in our wheels, we drove over the Forth to Rosyth and along the coast via Limekilns, Charlestown and Crombie to the Royal Burgh of Culross, feeling just a trifle guilty that this time we were on four wheels and not two.

It is always a pleasure to spend time roaming about this National Trust village with so much history embodied in its crow stepped houses and the ochre coloured palace, dating back to 1597.

It was quiet with few tourists ; in fact so quiet that the toilets were locked, necessitating a visit to the little cafe above the pottery shop for a coffee and a comfort stop.
Small events have bigger repercussions, and so, a locked toilet resulted in us falling in love with and buying a quirky cheese platter which now graces a window recess in the dining room.
I have designs on it being tomorrow's blip.

My blip is an iconic one of Culross, and I thought the saltire might be a hopeful omen for today's rugby match at Twickenham.
Perhaps a case of chasing shadows for us Scots.