Black Rock, blue skies

Once again the Fife skies held their fire/rain as over 700 lined up for this Boggie-inspired fun run. Predictably enough, the race was won by that slim Bog-Trotter / sand-skater Don Naylor in 23.12. Some 12 minutes in his wake (I use the word advisedly!) I hobbled over the line, to join the real no-holds-barred struggle: to get the promised bottle of real ale for all finishers.

Brian Brennan was the other Westy there, finishing some 80 yards in front of me. Debbie the Bog-Trotter was some 100 yards or more in front of us both. The sands were definitely wetter than usual, and the race organisers chickened out of taking the runners round the Rock – instead we skirted it, still getting soaked.

For fans of the Fife coastline and its small towns (I exclude Gordy Broon’s fairly dire home town), Kinghorn is worth a longer visit. It combines some fine old pantiled houses around the former port with some graceful leafy streets “uptown”, some wee lanes linking the two, and a trippy-hippy Ecology Centre aka Earthship Fife on the shores of Kinghorn Loch. For some odd reason, Kinghorn hasn’t become smart commuter belt like Aberdour, nor retirement town for poseurs like Pittenweem. Could it be the proximity of Kirkcaldy, not to mention Auchtertool and Puddledub?