We had two fundraising walks in August, both for an amazing charity called DMT Dachshund Rescue & Support Group, and this coastal walk was the first of those. For anyone who’s been following this blog for a while, it’s a familiar route, starting at Gullane and heading in the direction of Eyebroughy, and we’d intended to do the whole 9km of the #Wagathon #9KforK9s challenge in this one walk. The light ran away from us though. It’s that funny thing that happens in August when you’re used to darkness falling around 10pm, and your body clock is still in midsummer time, only suddenly the light is fading an hour earlier.
These photos are from late on Friday, and a walk to Gullane Point to mark the end of the week. We were longing to be outside and by the water, but while it was cooler after the heat of earlier in the week, the humidity was high, so we chose an easy walk for the lads – for Bracken in particular – and one where we were likely to find a breeze. Winding along the clifftop path, the sound of the waves is amplified. Every time we walk here this strikes me: it’s like a gentle roar, and it’s a sound that never fails to calm the senses.
We used to walk regularly at North Berwick, and usually along this western stretch of the beach that starts beyond the rocks at West Bay heading in the direction of Yellowcraig. And then, somewhere between 2020 and 2021, this beach started feeling too busy for us. Just too many people around after all the distanced days. We sought out the quieter walks along the stretch of coastline between Yellowcraig and Gullane, or at John Muir Country Park. So it’s been a while since we were last here.
I can’t quite believe that we’re half way June and racing towards the longest day of the year. All winter, from the day when the clocks change back an hour in October, I’m counting down to longer days and evening walks. After the winter equinox, I watch the sunset times shift on the Tide Pro app, every day giving an extra minute or so of light in the afternoon. I didn’t think about this as a child. I never really thought about these seasonal shifts through my twenties or even in my thirties. It was just all part of life. Yet somehow, I’m now fixated by daylight. In winter, by the lack of it, and as we approach midsummer (too fast), by the fact that these minutes of light are about to start slipping away from us again.
So we are making the most of these evening walks. Walks like this one from two weekends back, when we started at Yellowcraig and headed west towards Eyebroughy and beyond.
I’ve shared about this walk in two out of the last three posts here, which tells you something: we love this walk. This stretch of coastline between Yellowcraig and Gullane has become our favourite walk so far this year – after John Muir Country Park that is, as my second home will always hold a very special place for us.
But we keep coming back to this walk for its views, its variety – beaches, dunes, winding paths, rocky shores – and its quietness.