I’M INSIDE Skateraw Limekiln, in case you wondered. I’m standing where once the heat could reach over 800°C as limestone was burned and turned into quicklime. The process is ancient, but during the late 18th century and into the 19th century, larger limekilns became a very common sight.
I WENT for a wander on Sunday, along Musselburgh beach to the very edge of East Lothian.
WE HAD a trip over the Easter weekend to a famous faery tree. It’s not in East Lothian, but can be found on top of Doon Hill, by Aberfoyle.
LAST weekend, I was lucky to be invited to a historic Italian city. It was a lifetime dream, so I accepted, especially as I could take my family.
YOU may have seen it if you ventured to North Berwick last weekend. The sea was beautifully wild and I had never personally seen the tide so high up against the walls of the houses, although I have been told by residents of recent storms where the sea was higher, and of course the damage to the harbour wall is just one piece of evidence of the sea’s recent rages.
AT THE moment, I’m having to do a lot of bus journeys because my new job requires me to travel to and around Midlothian.
I’m not sure how old I was when I first felt what I suppose people would describe as a sense of history.
TWO ferry boats cross over to an island every day.
IMBOLC took place last week. It’s a festival with ancient origins, possibly even pre-Celtic, celebrated on the first two days of February and marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.
“I THINK the setting of this castle surpasses Yester for its atmosphere,” my friend commented, as we finally left the vicinity of Innerwick Castle. Maybe he was right.
