Day 2 Rosehearty to Pennan
Another glorious sunny day in glorious sunny Scotland.
We were a bit late setting off this morning so ate a late breakfast at Rosehearty Harbour of, for me, some corned beef slices, for Janet some Aberdeen butteries or morning rolls as they are called here. The cooling wind has been very welcome although it was overly robust and blew my corned beef slices into the grass. I am still feeling fine so assume that there was nothing nasty in the sward.
Rosehearty Tower is an old RAF observation tower but is now a rather nice residence with fine views. The footpath goes past it and on to a nice seaside track.
The stroll so far was going wonderfully well and we were thinking that we would recommend it to family and friends, even to those who might not want anything too strenuous. The views are wonderful as one can see for miles and miles and miles.
I am still surprised by the beautifully mown strip of grass we encountered on climbing over a stile. It was like magic. We strolled down it like royalty.In fact the beautifully mown strip of grass led to a castle perched on a cliff. The place was obviously lived in and well cared for but we didn’t see a soul.
So far the stroll was perfect. We had enjoyed a strenuous walk but over cliffs where the indentations of other walkers’ feet could be easily seen. Passing the castle was to lead us on to something much more challenging.
The path at this point follows the cliff edge. If you don’t enjoy standing on the edge and walking then this bit isn’t for you. Indeed it became obvious that it wasn’t for us either as a few landslides had destroyed any chance of following our chosen route. We gave it a go but had to give up eventually. Of course this raises problems. If the path no longer exists where does one go?
Our pace was reduced to less than 1 mile an hour at this point as we were retracing our steps as well as climbing fences using the patent skirt saver. It began to look as though we might be very late getting to Pennan as there were bogs, gorse etc at every turn. The gentle stroll we had planned was becoming something else entirely.
The first place on our stroll was to be Aberdour Beach, a mere 3 miles from Rosehearty, We still hadn’t got even there, despair.
Although a slice of cheese and a boiled egg at Aberdour Beach soon drove the despair away. The final nail in old despair’s coffin was a sign saying 3 miles to Pennan. We should go to the ball after all.
The rest of the stroll was enjoyable and easy. There was a bit of up and down but nothing remarkable. We had been told that the Pennan Hotel of Local Hero fame was no longer open. Well, it is open and we have eaten large bowls of delicious Cullen Skink washed down with suitable beverages. The bed tonight is comfortable so good night, sleep tight etc.