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Pub run 16 Jan 2010 Pittenweem to
St Andrews
Robert, David, Pat, Alan, Derek, Laurie,
Gordon, John
Once again Pat managed to astound us with his
'out of this world' dress sense and front pocket bulging with 'goodies'.
We took the bus to Pittenweem where we started off proceedings with an
early pint in the Larachmhor and were joined by Gordon (whose attempt to
dodge a pint was easily overcome) and John Donnelly. By the time we
emerged the heavy rain has gone and there was the promise of better
weather creeping across the Forth.
A short trot to Anstruther gave us the chance
to enjoy another pint in the Ship Inn. We had a longer run now to Crail
with a chance to enjoy the huge waves and some of the interesting rock
formations. In this section we first came across incredible build ups of
seething foam driven ashore by the waves. At Crail soup and bread
washed down by another pint set us up for the run out to Fife Ness. In
this section the build up of foam was mindboggling, like something from
a Dr Who script, and in places threatened to submerge us.
Alan had already had the thumbs down from the
Crail golf club house for a pint but thought he would try to blagg it
anyway. We managed to get the bar staff pouring pints before some
committee members appeared and spluttered into their G&T's about
'questions will asked at the AGM'. Somehow we managed to win them round
and eventually parted on the best of terms (Och, you'll never make St
Andrews!). It was now a race against time and some pleasant running
along beaches and the coastal paths led us to an impassable torrent at
Boarhills where darkness fell and we had a 1 mile diversion to the
nearest bridge. We got a bit muddled trying to find the clubhouse at the
Fairmount with a promised pint and ended up splitting for the last
section. David, Robert, John and Derek went off to the clubhouse to find
it closed and then ran down the road. The others had a nightmare several
miles of wading though muddy path churned up by cattle. All was
forgotten as we reunited for a meal and a few more jars in St Andrews.
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