Sunday Stroll or Steve Zissou and the "c" word

Today the sun was out so we hopped on a bus bound for Edinburgh's answer to the suburbs: Cramond. Daypasses for the bus cost 3 pounds 20 pence and so began our 50 minutes bus ride. Cramond in fact isn't all that far from the Edinburgh city centre (or downtown for all the Canadians), four miles to be exact, but we wove through little villages lined with brick walls and bursting with the type of greens that can only mean Spring in Scotland. The bus ride was worth the adventure in itself and I loved seeing areas of the city I have not ventured into yet. An exodus of people piled off the bus at our stop and wound there way down to the waterfront pub where our walk was to start.

Any warmth the sun may have been giving off was quickly blown away with the wind off the Firth of Forth along with our hairdo's and ice creams. We started by walking along the causeway that leads to Cramond Island, which is only accessible at low tide. It was no where near low tide so I took this picture of my husband Steve Zissou, known amongst his piers as Lumberjack, and ran back to shore before the sea spray did any more damage to my ice cream.

Our three and a half mile journey was on a multi-use paved path several meters wide. We were joined by folk on bikes, many a playful pup as well as both wind surfers and kite surfers braving the white-capped waters. Surprise! Castle sighting! I am not pretentious, Scotland just has the most castles per capita (not a fact), so spotting one has become a bit of a daily occurrence (I have to pass by one on my way to work, wierd eh?). These little fellas in all their fairytale splendour pop up more often than gas stations, or petrol station as they are called here and certainly make for incentive to keep your head up on hikes.

Moving along...

This walk reminded me of the sea wall in Vancouver, BC, but in the place of North Van we saw the Kingdom of Fife across the water where we had been camping two weeks prior. The golf courses to our right eventually became blocks of flats, and by late afternoon we arrived at our bus stop in Granton.

One last look over our shoulder just past Granton docks!

So our gloriously sunny stroll, from Edinburgh to Cramond to Granton and back again, came to an end. Our day ended with another wonderful bus ride, this time through New Town, and traditional fish and chips eaten in the Meadows.

Check next week for another Sunday stroll in Scotland and a review of our local 'chippie' too!

Edinburgh x erin