So here I am near the start of our Sunday walk with M and J. (Yes that's them on the path some way behind me; they're taking photos in which I don't feature, and so will obviously be of no interest to anyone...)
No doubt you want to know exactly where I am.
I'll give you a few clues.
The path is a disused railway line, and on one side we have the North Sea.
The geographers among you will recognise that it is low tide, and between the path and the sea is a 'wave cut platform' of rock.
(Gail says this particular clue will be of absolutely no help to anyone, but I contend it's always a mistake to underestimate one's readers).
Anyway, looking inland we have fields and low hills (so clearly not the Highlands, duh!)
The walk begins and ends in a fishing village with a restaurant overlooking the harbour. By the way, I would like to point out it did not escape my notice how two handsome golden retrievers entered the restaurant with their owners, while I was left in the car when Gail, M and J went in to dine...
OK, I'm sure you've worked out where I am by now.
But just in case you're still struggling, here are some helpful signs...
