After a walk at St Abbs Head, I was back at the car changing from walking books to shoes, and a small, barrel chested robin hopped across and stood near my feet, looking up at me, his/her head constantly twitching. I’ve never been so close to such a tame robin before and of course, this was a great photo opportunity. Sod’s Law came into force as I’d forgotten my camera, but I did have my mobile phone and I took a couple of shots which turned out (see below) fairly well. We have a couple of robins near our house and they can be heard singing their confident songs to establish their territory. The robin is a popular and attractive bird, but is also very aggressive. I put out some muesli in a bowl a few days ago and the family of sparrows, which nest in our eaves, tentatively approached the bowl but would not go in. Along came the robin and s/he shooed the sparrows away and hopped nonchalantly into the bowl. Thomas Hardy’s children’s poem The Robin encapsulates the bird’s never ending motion: “When I descend/Toward the brink/I stand and look/And stop and drink/ And bathe my wings/ And chink and prink”. The word prink was new to me but means to make minor adjustments to how you look. Chink, also new to me, means to make small openings
Yellowcraig, which is reached via a narrow road from the historic village of Direlton (good photos), is a very popular stretch of beach about 16 miles (26K) up the coast from Dunbar. You can do a variety of walks around Yellowcraig, depending on how far you want to walk and you can include some forest walks along the way. We parked near the beach and walked east along the beach. When you reach the corner, you are presented with a panoramic view across to North Berwick Law, as in the photo below.
On the day we visited Yellowcraig, there was a freezing cold NW wind, so being rugged up was essential. The main historical feature of Yellowcraig is the island of Fidra, which houses a huge seabird colony in the late spring and summer. The island was thought to be the inspiration for Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. The author visited the island many times and his grandfather’s firm built the Fidra Lighthouse. The island lighthouse are shown in this photo.
On the walk back to the car, I passed a tree laden with berries. This tree is often referred to as the baked bean tree but I’m not sure what it’s called. If you recognise it from the photo below, please post a comment.