What would John Muir have thought?
Sunday afternoon saw us at Port Seton, along the coast to the east of Edinburgh, schlepping daughter's harp again. We thought while we were there we might walk part of the John Muir Way, and followed the signs to the beach at Port Seaton. The wind off the sea was straight from Siberia, with stinging rain thrown in for good measure. Plans for a walk were abandoned, but I grabbed these shots of another grey November day. The line of hills on the horizon are the Pentlands, which run right up to Edinburgh's boundaries.
Looking further north west you come to the saddle shape of Arthur's Seat and then the tall buildings of Edinburgh's regenerated port towards the right of the shot. The sunset was beginning to colour at 2.30 in the afternoon.
And then, turning to face the start of the John Muir Way, we find this.
Cockenzie coal-fired power station. Opened in 1967, due to close by 2015. One of the Edinburgh landmarks that doesn't find its way onto postcards, but part of our landscape nonetheless. A website I googled about the John Muir Way said, "not to be confused with the John Muir Trail in California, which is a very different matter."