|Setting off from Kinghorn|
|Me coming along Seafield|
|Heading towards Seafield tower|
|Searching for seals|
|Spot my Hubby!|
|Makes Kirkcaldy look a bit better!|
It didn't take too long to reach Pathhead sands where we were having our sausage sizzle. As it was still a cold wind, we headed along the beach a bit to the Ravenscraig caves, just below Ravenscaig castle which provided ideal shelter for lunch.
|Sausages and marshmallow - Mmmm!|
Hot Chocolate, hot sausages, massive toasted marshmallows all washed down with mulled wine went down rather well. The mulled wine did cause a problem at a wedding fair I attended the following weekend. Even though I had scrubbed out the flask, mulled wine flavoured coffee is nothing short of minging!
After our feast, followed by masses of chocolate raided from Young Trevor's Christmas tree we set off for the afternoon. There was quite a swell to get through where we were launching from. Trevor obviously hadn't heard of 7 big waves, then 7 wee ones. He waited until the biggest wave, launched, got swamped and ended up on the beach again, he blamed it on too much chocolate!
|Grabbing a breather in Dysart harbour|
Further along, we had a breather in at Dysart harbour, then ended our paddle at West Wemyss.
|Happy in his Packashack|