A walk to the beach

It occurred to me the other day that, although we live less than two miles from the Aberdeen City Beach, whenever we visit it, we always go by car. So I suggested on Sunday that perhaps we could walk there just this once.

Gail raised an eyebrow, said this was hardly the most scenic of walks, and despite being August it wasn't exactly beach weather, but if I insisted, then it was OK by her.

I did insist. So off we went.

We headed north through Ferryhill,

Then down past (but thankfully not into) the Veterinary Surgery,

And eastwards across to the harbour.

OK I admit the tanks of drilling mud at Regents Quay are not picturesque,

But finally we made it to 'Fittie', Aberdeen's quaint old fishing settlement, which is...

….Right by the beach! 

Hooray. Time for a run! 

Here we see some Staffie owners sporting typical Aberdeen beachwear (if you zoom in you might spot the goose pimples on the bare calves...)

By the amusement arcades and cafes the gull are poised to swoop.

The funfair was in full swing as we set off back inland,

We returned via the City Centre, 

 To admire the Union Street's granite buildings (and ignore its derelict shops).

By the Music Hall we turned on to Crown Street and past the former Post Office building,

 Full marks to the Brentwood Hotel for their bright display of geraniums.

And finally it's onto the home straight.

Well I enjoyed the walk anyway. I hope you did too.