Nearly caught up with Scotland now, but still a few crackers to go.
I jumped off the coach from Glenrothes 5 minutes from the centre, only to discover Google Maps was lying and it was more like 25.
Still, a chance to explore “Kirkcaldy” beach in the rain, fantastic. Do people come here on holiday ?
It’s not St.Tropez. Or even Skegness. But it is strangely alluring.
No idea what this is…
But this is clearly the new BrewDog beer factory…
I’m either too late, or too early, for the must-see pub, which looks unchanged from my visit two decades ago.
Luckily, Betty Nichols is prepared to be my stand-in classic Scottish bar for the day.
It’s a joy, as gorgeous as anything in Edinburgh Morningside, but with cheaper beer. Cool and tasty Jarl, NBSS 3.5.
A cheery haven for the professional drinker and the ladies who nibble on marshmallow, alike.
My notes say “plush, but basic”, and “Love Train”, the highlight from an afternoon of soul classics.
Raith/Kirkcaldy itself is “down-to-earth”, to say the least, bar the area round the Spoons, which I passed at 37mph uphill in a rush to catch the last off-peak train back to the Borders.
I presume the winged menace played for East Fife, who Raith Rovers had put to the sword in the big Fife derby the night before.
But let’s not talk about big derbies today, eh ?