Today we got a bus to catch a bus that would take us to Fife for a walk in the park and to grab some lunch.
We got the X3 to the town centre and just missed the bus to Dunfermline. That meant we had to stand in a cold, unheated bus shelter for about half an hour until the Dunfermline bus arrived. Really, in this day and age I’d think a wee bonfire in the corner could have been lit to provide us with some heating. Even if we gathered up all the fag ends, we could have allowed them to dry out so they would be easier to light and give us a heat. It looked from the singe marks on the timetables in the shelter that some adventurous folk had the same idea. At least someone was thinking about us shivering pensioners.
We finally got on the most rickety bus Stagecoach could find and at least it was heated. A fairly pleasant run up to Dunfermline, but I was wishing that I’d taken Scamp up on her suggestion that we grab a seat on the Perth bus that we allowed to pass us, or even the Dundee bus would have been good. The fact that both of those destinations had shops selling coffee beans that I’d tried in the past had nothing to do with our destination. There were no coffee beans for sale in Dunfermline, but there was a Cafe Nero which was the next best thing.
Suitably refreshed, we went for a walk through the park and I got a chance to take some photos of the more exotic plants in the heated glasshouse. I also sneaked some photos of folk in and around the park. PoD went to a leaf in the glasshouse, brilliantly lit from behind by today’s bright low sun.
Lunch was in Wetherspoons. Fish ’n’ Chips for Scamp and Chicken Jalfrezi curry for me. Scamp’s was washed down with a large glass of Barossa Ink and mine with a pint of Innis & Gunn. Long time since I’ve had that.
After that it was time to head for the bus home. An uneventful journey with some lovely cloudscapes that I couldn’t take, but enjoyed watching.
Tonight we watched our first and probably our last Traitors. I’m guessing most of the folk in this pointless bit of fluff were cracked actors or “Be on a Show” people who just wanted to be seen on TV. It was puerile rubbish, but seems to have attracted a fair following. So what do I know?
Tomorrow we’re back in the old routine with Scamp intending to go to Fit Steps in the morning.