19th November 2005

The last time I visited Sandend in the Northeast of Scotland I was standing thigh-deep (well ranging from waist to 2 feet below me the waves were so ferocious) in the raging sea on possibly the worst day of the year. 

Thankfully this fine autumn morning the weather was glorious and the sun baked the rocks in its golden glow.

As I stood and waited for the sun to hit the rocks one of the locals brought me out a hot steaming coffee and chatted briefly.  Is there any better way to enjoy a saturday morning?