Thursday: another sunny midweek day. There’s a bus that travels from Edinburgh to the small town of Haddington. And if you start walking along the River Tyne, six miles later you will arrive at the town of East Linton. This sounded like a nice thing to do.
That’s the path out of Haddington. We got slightly adrift looking for the trail, but a nice lady came out of her home to direct us toward the river. She was no nebby* but she was a good neebur.** She’d been living in her place for 40 years, which her father-in-law bought after the Glasgow Overspill of the 1960s.
We followed the sign under a bridge and the path became more rustic.
A path just wide enough to step on.
And the ruins of Hailes Castle heave into view. As does the occasional wildlife.
Pretty sure that’s Traprain Law in the background, a dramatic high place with some ancient resonance.
At the end of the walk we were able to pick up cryptic hints that East Linton, and civilization, might be nearby.
We passed no one on the trail until we got very close to town. Saw one man fishing on the other side of the Tyne. Also two men apparently trying to start a lawnmower. (At least we hope that’s what they were doing.)
How did we get out of East Linton? That’s in the next post. Meantime, thanks to the signmakers and the Scottish Rights of Way and Access Society for making trails easy to follow.
* nebby: nosy or inquisitive person
** neebur: neighbor, duh