Mud was the main theme of the day. After finding our start point in The Cammo Estate (an old teenage stomping ground for me), we slipped and slid our way off down the River Almond to Cramond. Past the weir where, prior to the health and safety police, everybody used to jump in the river.
It was a shorter walk than we remembered so we headed off along the foreshore to Silverknowes and back, just in time for the tide to go out far enough for a trip to Cramond Island.
I think I may have done this many years ago but it certainly felt like the first time. There’s something about heading to an island cut off by the sea which makes you feel like a kid again. The walk out is about a mile each way along a long line of concrete pylons which were constructed as an anti boat boom during WW2. The water either side was as flat as a pancake and full of herons who are clearly used to passing visitors.
After dragging my mother on a whistle stop tour of the island, it was time to get back before the tide came in.
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