Self-Propelled toward North Berwick – 8/9/2007

My back wasn’t up for camping again, so we ended up back in Edinburgh Friday night. Saturday morning brought sunshine and warmth, so we decided to cycle to North Berwick along the coast. With the Westerly wind mostly at our backs, we cycled to Leith then east and south to Musselburgh. On the other side of Musselburgh or Cockenzie, we passed another fine example of hell on earth (caravan park) and soon after, we found ourselves on the familiar road to Gullane. Sometimes, we cycled on the coastal path itself, other times on the A road with the cars. Though I preferred the former, comfort sometimes insisted on the latter.

Familiar territory ended after the Fire College at Gullane. Dirleton got us a wee turned around, as the coastal path treks out to Yellowcraigs beach and then along the coast. That went a little wrong and we were back on the A road into North Berwick. I caught glimpses of the Bass Rock and the Isle of May through occasional gaps in the trees. In Gullane, Brian had ice cream on the brain, but I suggested we wait until North Berwick for that treat. We rolled into North Berwick and went to the train station to see when the next train home would be. It rolled into its part of the station just as we rolled into ours. Brian chose trip home over ice cream, but sulked over ice cream for a good chunk of that journey. As we reached Brian’s front door, the trip odometer read 29.8 miles, a new record for post-injury me.