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myself and my little warrior took a drive to a place called st monans, lovely little fishing village, a place I use to visit my uncle most summer holidays, or when my mother had enough of me
Memories and nostalgia, it’s been around 30 + years but I remember the place like it was yesterday……
I remember all the little shortcuts down to the rock pools, put a nice smile on my ugly face
we decided to stop of at an alcove on the beach front and have a brew, nice chance to try out my new SAK
Just listening to the excitement in my girls voice brought back the memories of playing along this Rocky beach front, away for hours with not a care oh and what a beautiful view when sipping a brew
After a little lunch and something warm to drink it was off foraging in the rock pools
turning over rocks for crabs, shrimp and whatever else we could find….
After catching this unhappy chap a thought crossed my mind, I could be turning over the same rocks with my girl as I turned over as a child…must be getting sentimental in my old age
on to more rock turning, we managed to find an edible crab…. However it is way too small for the pot
Few more pictures
there’s the world girl, it belongs to you
after turning over all them stones we decided it was time for something to eat, I knew a cracking little place we could forage for our dinner bloody hit the spot tae
Home now and knackered
Memories and nostalgia, it’s been around 30 + years but I remember the place like it was yesterday……
we decided to stop of at an alcove on the beach front and have a brew, nice chance to try out my new SAK
Just listening to the excitement in my girls voice brought back the memories of playing along this Rocky beach front, away for hours with not a care oh and what a beautiful view when sipping a brew
After a little lunch and something warm to drink it was off foraging in the rock pools
turning over rocks for crabs, shrimp and whatever else we could find….
After catching this unhappy chap a thought crossed my mind, I could be turning over the same rocks with my girl as I turned over as a child…must be getting sentimental in my old age
on to more rock turning, we managed to find an edible crab…. However it is way too small for the pot
Few more pictures
there’s the world girl, it belongs to you
after turning over all them stones we decided it was time for something to eat, I knew a cracking little place we could forage for our dinner bloody hit the spot tae
Home now and knackered