Debs and I enjoyed a smashing few hours yesterday just wandering around the harbour and
shoreline of the pictish village of Burghead.
Some of the tiniest fishing boats we had ever seen had just started unloading their catch of fresh prawns and langoustines and with the gulls crying overhead and an old seal ‘barking’ alongside the boats, it was as pretty as a picture.
Yes the skies were all steel coloured and yes the temp was a bit brisk, but really we didn’t notice too much as we scrambled up the cliff steps and of course there is always a welcoming hot chocolate waiting in the Bothy if things get too chilly.
If you have an hour or two to spare and don’t know what to do with it, pop your coat on, get your scarf out and make your way to Burghead. I guarantee you will feel so much better than sitting in the house watching some rubbish American sitcom or chat show.