Run for the hills... or the sea.

I've sadly neglected my blog this month, for which I'm sorry. Sickness, and troubles at work were all to blame, but so was pleasure and happinesses with lovely people, so I shall ac-cent-chu-ate the positive. Not rocket science.

Recently, we went for an end-of-winter break (please say it is the end of winter) in the East Neuk of Fife.

Most of the time it pelted us with rain, but this was a good excuse for reading in bed and drinking wine by the fire - no complaints there.

In the glimpses between the clouds we were lucky to see oystercatchers, ringed plovers, red shank, and curlew. Things tend to fall into perspective when you see a wader in their wellies.

We also filled up on fish and chips (fantastic at Anstruther) and on whisky and raclette cheese. All to the sound of a gaggle of squawky cockerels, strutting around generally being pompous Chantecleers.

Although they terrified my lovely companion out of his skin, they actually shot past with no harm at all.

And they were responsible for the most yellowy, goodness-filled eggs we've had in years.

Sunny Side Up.