I injured my foot earlier this month, a grisly business involving blood-soaked socks and a tetanus jab, so I haven’t been out and about much since then. But it’s now a bit better and, although not yet up to a 10 mile walk, I managed to get out with my camera to Catterline.
All down the north-east coast of Scotland are wee villages whose communities lived by fishing. Many of them have a common pattern – a cluster of houses on the clifftop, with a harbour below in the bay. There’s hardly any fishing now. of course. Some of these villages are struggling to survive but Catterline, just south of Stonehaven, is close enough to Aberdeen to attract commuters, so seems to be doing fine. It’s traditional pub is now a seafood restaurant and it’s apparently a good place for scuba diving.
Catterline is a very photogenic place, with strange pinnacles of conglomerate rock on the beach. The weather forecast was for cloud but it was a sunny morning so I had high hopes of some good light in the bay. In fact, the forecast was right enough and shortly after I arrived, the clouds rolled in but there were enough blinks of sun for photography.