The call of the running tide

Today was beautiful - still cold, but with no wind. In the afternoon we went to check on Daughter 2's Edinburgh flat (still no interest from buyers - talk about terrible timing! - who could have predicted that giving her tenants notice last January might not be the best idea?) and then walked down to Newhaven. The sun was bright but low in the sky - the days are getting slightly longer, though. 

Boats. One came in with lobster pots. 

We walked out along the jetty

and round the corner to the shore, looking across to Fife (one of the many places we can't go)

and back along the coast to the Forth Bridges in the west. 

These flats are not typical of Edinburgh architecture. They have huge windows looking out over the sea. 

South of France, anyone? 

At the end of the walkway we saw this large tug boat

and watched as it started backing out of quite a narrow space. 

There's a job I wouldn't want. 

Backing is not my strongest point. 

And off it went. Shortly after this it turned and made its way out of the estuary and into the sea proper. I sort of envied it - I'm sure we all feel we'd like to go almost anywhere - but sunset wasn't far away and I didn't really fancy sailing into the cold night. 

So we walked back up the hill and went home to our warm house. 

And that was another day.