Bracing day in St Andrews
Bracing was hardly the word for it. After the deceptive mildness of March we were hurtled back to winter in early April. Our day in St Andrews included horizontal hail showers, gales, freezing rain and the occasional glimpse of sun.
I wish I had sound to go with these photos so that you could hear the roar and thunder of the waves.
We didn't venture too far out along the pier, for fear of being blown off. Normally peopled by casually strolling tourists and sometimes by red-gowned students (and I have readers who know more about that than I do), there was only a single meditative figure in one of the niches in the sea wall.