Having lived in Fife for two and a half years and worked in Edinburgh, I should know my way out of Edinburgh to the Forth Road Bridge. However changes to road layouts and my poor memory combined to send Brian across Princes Street and heading south. A quick change of plan saw my head for the Western Approach Road, a slightly odd road along a former railway line which whizzes you between city centre and suburbs.
Unfortunately we soon hit a 1.5 tonne weight limit, much too low for Brian to pass, so had to execute a swift U-turn (I only saw the sign as we sailed past the last turn-off. Returning memory and Rebekah’s map reading lead us out of the city and on to the Forth Road bridge. This was the first time we had crossed the bridge since the Scots abolished all bridge tolls, and was a slightly strange sensation, a free ride into Fife.
The next few days saw a round of visiting, including meeting up with the family in Dunfermline, friends in Milton of Balgonie and Kirkcaldy (where the kids played “Pass the Bomb” with our friends from Northern Ireland….) and being introduced to several dogs (v. popular with Jonathan). The whole of the first part of our trip has followed a fairly tight timetable, and we continued the running late theme in Fife! It was a really nice couple of days catching up with people though and overall the pace relaxed a little.
Our first night in Fife we decided to try the world famous fish supper from Anstruther fish bar. I was slightly concerned this would turn out to be a huge let down, but I can honestly say I have never eaten better fish and chips. It did involve a 40 minute wait, and a long queue (for the ladies while the male contingent slobbed in the van watching the harbour). A stroll along the harbour wall as the sun set rounded the evening off nicely.
There aren’t many campsites in the west side of Fife so we had opted for one in Glenrothes (Kingdom caravan Park)based on the convenience of its location and the fact that the other likely candidate was next to a main road and railway line. It was a slightly odd place, a very friendly welcome but it felt a bit like you were camping in somebody’s garden. Mostly static caravans, some of which looked like they might be lived in for most of the year. All the pitches were on gravel, so not great for the awning, but we were able to pitch the pup tent just behind the van. We spent very little time on site, only sleeping there really. It didn’t strike me as a place you would particularly want to sit around with a glass of wine in the evening, but for this stage of the trip was convenient, clean, friendly and did the job.