The east coast of Scotland lacks the grandeur of the west. No towering Munros or Atlantic storms grace this quiet part of the country. Its apparent quite nature hides the fact that the rock platforms and long sections of low cliffs have caused a significant number of shipwrecks over the year. It was to help with the rescues of these fated mariners that a chain was first strung along the bottom of the cliffs and, maintained to this day by the council, the steel links tracing ups, downs, arches and climbs make a perfect mini-adventure.
“I believe we are all born explorers, an explorer is not something you become. At three, four, five years old we are all explorers. But somehow—due to parents’ expectations, school, et cetera—we stop being explorers.”
Erling Kagge, polar adventurer
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“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”
John McCrae ~ “In Flanders Fields”