Have you met Miss Jones??....

"...oh I do like to be beside the seaside".....though, maybe not so much right now?

Well, yesterday did not go exactly to plan. The drive to Crail was rather dreamy....burnt oranges creeping across the landscape as we drove East, the smell of woodsmoke filling the air as we snaked through small villages...I was feeling, as I often do, that Scotland is hard to beat when you want beauty and grandeur of an aspect...

However, it was rather rainy and very cold by the time we reached Crail - no matter I thought {!} this could be all very 'Famous Five'...lets wrap up in our layers and head for the Lobster kiosk...some cheerful and plump red crustation doused in lemon {I even brought my own, how is that for forward planning?!} eaten hastily whilst overlooking the harbour will surely warm the cockles...right? Wrong. Said Lobster kiosk was closed for the season...still, a pub lunch was scouted and all was fine. 

After lunch I had to don my hat {first time this year!}...and add a second scarf to ward off the chill. Still, I was trying to be chirpy and looking forward to getting down to the beach in search of some inspiration. First, I had a good go on the {very damp} swings....re-living my youth {many a Summer day was spent in Crail when I was wee}, if you like...seeing as there noone was around to give me a look that says 'you're FAR too old for that'...

I then trotted down to the beach - which was as wet as it was deserted. I proceeded to make my way across the slippery stones and try and find some interesting spots. I spied one, just up on the big flat rocks....a pool surrounded by seaweed and full of intriguing things....'ho-ho' I thought!!

The everything went into slow motion, and in more ways than one, downhill....I began to slide rather briskly toward the rock pool, and very shortly after, had connected with the rock beneath and found myself submerged up to my waist in said rock-pool. The camera had also been dropped onto the rocks {I figured in a split second it was the camera or my head, my head won out} and so we both lay - somewhat dejected, in a less than desirable situation, and more damp than I had ever expected to be on any given October Thursday afternoon.

...I was somehow righted by my party and then had to make the long, soggy walk back up to the car. Did I say it was wet and cold? Well I was also green and slimey, and at this point I think my Dad was trying very hard not to laugh. Sob ;( 

Once de-robed as best I could be, we packed off back home - where I struggled not to laugh for the best part of an hour at my sorry fate {though maybe it was just effect of the rough picnic blanket I was sitting on that was tickling me, who knows??}...I really am one of these people who gets the giggles when things go wrong, no moreso than when I am the object of comedy gold...

I am just eternally grateful that there was no-one else in Crail that day to witness my exciting tumble, because if there had been - my ego would surely be as bruised as my backside. Still, I felt I had to share....nothing like a bit of a laugh on a Friday afternoon is there? ;)

Really, I am left feeling that surely, Bridget Jones has *nothing* on me.

Happy Friday folks!! Beware on those rocks now.

;)))

xo