"Red and Green Should Never Be Seen" - On To St Monans

The dreaded No. 95 double-decker bus from Dundee grinds to a halt at Leven bus station disgorging tired and hungry passengers, relieved that their long, long journey through the sleepy coastal villages of the East Neuk is finally over!

An elderly lady shuffled up to me and whispered, " The next time I travel on that bus I'm taking a pillow."
I asked her why she was whispering and she said, "Sssh, my leg's gone to sleep."

Fortunately I'm only going as far as Anstruther via St Monans and Pittenweem today.

It's a beautiful, fresh autumn day and my fellow passengers seem to be in good spirits, even the guy with the thick Sunday newspaper who's going all the way to Dundee.
Smart Alec, he's brought a book along with him just in case.

Personally I've brought along a wee dram of whisky to keep me warm, cosy and refreshed!
Whisky is reputed to be replacing Ouzo as the favourite drink of the Greeks.
Highland distillers now ship two million bottles of Famous Grouse and their other brands to Greece every year.
That's the spirit Stavros!

My journey to St Monans was experienced on the upper deck of the bus and there was a couple of children at the front playing the ancient game of "I-Spy", which brought memories of my schoolboy days flooding back, but I'll tell you about that later.

Here on the winding coastal road through the East Neuk, the tide is in at Lower Largo.
The farmers field are waterlogged at Elie and there's hundreds of sorry looking sheep in a field near St Monans with green or red dye dabbed on their backs.
Hope the wool doesn't shrink!
I-Spy with my little eye something beginning with s and ending in p.....You can eat it......!!
Soup?
Children always amaze me, and also make me laugh.

At the village of St Monans I go for a walk through the streets lined with whitewashed cottages, acrossthe bridge at the Inverey Burn to St Monans Kirk where the precious bones of St Monan were interred
A shrine built in the 14th century , in the Royal Chapel, covers the last resting place of the Saint.

Then it's down the brae to the harbour where all is quiet so I head for the coastal path to Pittenweem.

St Monans windmill, en-route, stands like a giant protecting the Firth of Forth.
Dating from around 1780, it was used in the extraction of sea salt from the salt pans conveniently placed near the shore.

Wandering Willie.