Fife Coastal Path Day 3

Day 3. Few more creaking limbs today, but still walking, still able to hoist rucksack onto back, albeit with a groan.

Today was the chilled day - the fewest miles to cover, the best of the towns. Yet another perfect morning. The aches could be ignored.

We left St Monan's passing by the windmill. It wasn't even 8am! The next coastal village is Pittenweem, so we thought we'd get a proper breakfast there once the cafes were open.

We sat and waited by the old Pittenweem swimming pool.

It was only being used by dogs that morning.

The view was very clearly and we could see Berwick Law clearly across the Forth


Pittenweem is still a working fishing village.

We found a nice place for food called The Cocoa Tree, which had a lovely courtyard outside.

I had a pancake and a scone for brekkie. Mr G had a ciabatta and a scone (love the appetite walking gives you!)

Leaving Pittenweem we passed St Fillian's cave - named after some early Christian hermit. You can go in if you ask for the key from The Cocoa Tree.

We headed onto Anstruther.

Anstruther is the biggest village of all. It is very famous for its fish & chips, which have won many awards. There is debate which is the best.

This one: Anstruther Fish Bar

Or this one: The Wee Chippy

Alas, it was too soon after breakfast for us, so we plumped for these instead.

Humongous ice-cream!

In the next part of the walk we encountered many animals, grazing right up to the shore.

They didn't seem to mind the walkers coming by.

We rested at an area called The Coves, known for its weird rocks.

It was blissful to fall asleep in the sun. In those temperatures it was more comfortable to walk in the evening.

After an hour or two's R&R we reluctantly stumbled into Crail.

My personal favourite based on sheer prettiness.



We stopped for provisions, including a jumbo prawn feast at The Golf Hotel.

This was technically our stopping point for the night, but it was only 5pm and we had a long walk the following day, so we decided to push on.

The lack of photos in this section shows my weariness beginning to kick in, but it was a fine walk around the tip of Fife. We turned from the Firth of Forth and around towards the Firth of Tay.

 This was our most easterly point of the walk.

We had always intended to have one night 'wild' camping, so after staggering past a few miles of golf courses (guessing they wouldn't want us camping on the fair way), we found a suitable spot by a field of cows.

It was more comfortable than we thought possible.