Day 982

I think all this walking is wearing us out. Neither of us woke up at our usual time. In fact, she woke me at 8.24am. That is a legit hour and a bit later than usual. Not complaining as it’s the latest we’ve slept in oh I dunno, 2 years? So I’m taking it.

However, 8am is usually brekkie time so it does put a different spin on the day when things start a little later. Still, we had a plan and some steps to do so after a moderately speedy breakfast, we were off.

Dafties on a train. Less frightening than snakes. Kind of.

I love a train. If the option of travel is train, I will always take a train. I did even work on one for a season. So when she asked to go on a train, who was I to refuse?

As I say, all this walking is excellent, purposeful and fun but also a bit knackering so taking a day trip to North Berwick seemed like a dream. Not only is it pretty with plenty of walking opportunities, it also has a fab little cafe called Cake for lunch and only 30 minutes away by train. Fabulous.

Gorgeous.

I think my favourite thing about North Berwick is that it really feels like a mini holiday whenever we go down. Pre-Daftie Days, I used to head down on a day off with my camera to just get away for a bit and have a literal change of scenery. It’s been lovely to share this mild escapism with the Daft Family Household. But as Daddy Daftie is away working at the moment, it was just us girls today.

Taking a well earned break!

We had a big walk down the beach, avoiding the water as the waves were very rough and I didn’t fancy either of us being swept out to sea. On our way back, we took minute to just sit and chill out in the sun. Don’t get me wrong, the weather wasn’t splitting that stones but there was enough heat to make our respite super enjoyable.

I think this was my favourite part of the day. Unless we are reading stories or eating or watching a film, she never sits still. I mean, she barely sits still when “sitting still” but we never just sit and be still for no reason.

She made us “lie down togeller” for a bit. It was perfect. I choose to be in denial whether or not we may have been lying near poop.

We got the train home after lunch, played Stop and Go down Rose Street to our bus home. I will never enjoy running in wellies, but I will never not enjoy playing it with her.

Another good day, another 10,000 steps smashed, another pair of tired Dafties.