Saturday saw us at a chum’s fundraiser in aid of Dravet’s Syndrome care, and hugely successful it was too.  Jill worked wonders in rallying prizes and gifts, sadly my henna tattoo is fading fast.  She raised over £1500 and it was well worth a day’s baking.  Paul & I were able to skip up the cinema to see Fantastic Beasts, I didn’t have any unrealistic expectations; it was hugely enjoyable and a Bowtruckle is now on my list.

Sunday dawned with thick patches of cloud all over Fife, very localised and they ended as suddenly as they began.  One of them hung over the Cullaloe Hills, but we went for a walk there anyway.   There is a fairly new website which is detailing these (Walk Fife – link on the right) and on this particular route there are two follies, all that apparently remains of Cullaloe House.  There is also an “alternate” route back to the car park – if by “alternate” you seek to imply that no biped has used this track in ten years.  It was hugely treacherous underfoot and I am extremely grateful that Paul was there, as, left alone I would still be there, crying under a tree.   I would be doubtful about tackling it again unless I were inside a Sherman tank.  So, yes, go along as far as the folly, then turn back, gentle reader, and save your ankles.  We also surprised two roe deer and survived being interviewed by a robin.

Having taken two hours to negotiate the 3.5K track, we hied back to Vane Farm, also under a thick daud of cloud.  Rumours of the eagles being on St Serf’s abounded, but could not be proven.  There were some tree sparrows at the feeders, which was a bonus.