Early Morning Ruins

I was in St Andrews pretty early, so early, in fact, that I had time to have a wander around the castle and cathedral precincts before I was due to be elsewhere.

The August morning was crisp and clear, and a surprisingly chilly 6° at 8am. Well, surprisingly chilly for me, not yet being used to the generally cooler, more northern climes. Which is strange in a way, born Scot that I am, but it appears that in the last twenty years I've turned into a soft Southerner, even with coming back for four weeks a year to remind me that temperature truth is stranger than fiction. Living in France for so long has obviously done more damage to my inner thermostat than previously thought... That, and having lost so much of my own external central heating, are playing havoc with my ability to keep warm. Havoc, I tell you.

But I digress. (Hah, who am I kidding?! I am well aware that the temperatures of Scotland will be featuring heavily here from now on. And when I say ‘featuring', I mean ‘I shall be complaining'.) 

But I digress again. And now I've forgotten what I was going to say, so instead of more waffle, here are some photos of crumbly ruins that I took on my perambulations.

Crumbly Ruin No. 1: cathedral precinct wall with lookout tower, and the east facade of the cathedral.

Crumbly Ruin No. 2: castle

Crumbly Ruin No. 3: cathedral precinct wall with carvings

Crumbly Ruin No. 4: the castle from the cliffs near the harbour

Crumbly Ruin No. 5: the pier. Which isn't really crumbly, but why let the truth get in the way of a good photo story!