Wed. Nov. 24th, 2010 - On the Move…to the Kingdom of Fife
Up, last breakfast at the B&B, pack and I’m off by bus to the City Central Bus Station to get the bus to Cellardyke. Quite a lovely trip through the city, to the outskirts, across the Firth of Forth into Fife. Alongside the narrow, winding road we travel down, we pass fields with horses, sheep, farmland, and get glimpses of the sea. We pass through beautiful villages to Anstruther Harbour and then Cellardyke.

A pic for Siobhan.


Pretty shops in Elie.
I had been told to get off the bus at the Toll Rd. I do and wonder ‘Where the hell am I?’. I asked a fellow I see working on a house. He directs me down the hill, and turn left at the bottom onto John Street. When I see ‘The Golden Lion’
’ Chinese restaurant I know where I am - thanks to google maps!
Down John Street….

…to my home away from home…’The Doocot’.

Elegant and cozy!


The mesmerizing view from the bedroom window.
After aquick look around, it’s off to the pub for some lovely leek and potato soup. Back to apt. to change and off to the bus to go to Colinsburgh for a concert. I journey into a magical night of twists, turns, warmth, music and new friends.
To begin. I am not sure where to get off the bus, so I am keenly watching the trip and keep checking off the stops on my bus schedule. I ponder asking the woman seated across the aisle, who got on the bus a few stops after me in Anstruther but can’t catch her eye. Ok. I think this is the stop - the other lady gets off here. I ask the driver if it is Colinsburgh - yes - and I am off too. The lady heads one direction, I go the other. At a petrol station I inquire as to where the library is - I went the wrong direction.
I find the library and upon entering, explain that I am here for the concert, but I am going to slip to the pub for a bite first. The fellow replies that the pub doesn’t serve at this time of day. A second fellow looks at me and says, ‘Follow me.’ On the way he says that he is Peter and explains that he is taking me to his home for dinner. His wife and a friend are there and he hopes I don’t mind friendly dogs. All I can do is giggle and race to keep up with him.
At his home, I walk in and the first person I see is the lady from the bus! I am introduced to Marion (Howie), and Lindsey and told to take a seat and poured a glass of wine. After finding out that I am from PEI, Marion says that she just bought a PEI Fiddlers Music Book (she is a fiddler and Lindsey is learning). I explain that my husband plays guitar for Richard Wood - just too coincidental! She is also an amazing quilting artist - beautiful pieces hanging on the walls!
After a great meal of roast veg & rice casserole and blackberry crumble, off we all go to the concert. The concert is by a fellow that Gord & I met in the spring - King Creosote, with Pictish Trail as the opener. (Why can’t these fellows have real names?) The night is funny, intimate, warm and magical. I am the first to admit that the music is not everyones ‘cup of tea’, but there is something about KC’s songs that reveal the truth of the human experience - vulnerable, intimate, real, human. In a live presentation the songs are set up in a charming, sometimes funny, always intimate manner and the songs themselves performed brilliantly with KC’s warm, rich voice set over sweetly, simple acoustic guitar work. Heavenly!
After missing the last bus, Lindsey and I are told that a friend of theirs has set up a ride for us. Out into snow for a quick ride back to Cellardyke and the end of a magical evening. Off to bed…..still smiling.











