A coastal walk (date 3) - what she says
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Date 3
We meet in South Queensferry in the afternoon of one of the first properly sunny days this spring. My evil plan is to walk the 5 miles to Cramond and back in a little loop so that at sunset, we will be walking by the water with views of the Forth bridges and over to Fife. Could it be any more romantic?
We walk to Cramond where the river Almond meets the Firth of Forth, and watch the boats, and the people on the other side of the river. There used to be a passenger ferry to cross it, which would have taken under five minutes. Now, there is a bridge a mile up the river. We are alone on this side of the river, safe from other people and the ice cream van.
We walk back along the coast and climb a big rock that has a name plate attached to it. Eagle Rock. It is exposed up here, windy and sunny, and offers nice views. Almost too perfect a spot for a first kiss. And I am taken by surprise when it actually happens here, so soon. Good work!
I wonder how scary it must be to make this move for the first time. It’s probably easier with online, ‘official’, dating, because it is clear to all parties involved that this is about romance not friendship, so attempting a kiss shouldn’t be too risky. But still, I have never done it.
I’m feeling a bit self-conscious about kissing in such an overly romantic spot, or kissing at all, but it soon passes, and I am just enjoying the moment, the walk, the sun, the twosomeness, holding hands.
Back in Queensferry we sit on a wall by the water for hours, getting a Scottish tan (=sunburn), until we need to pee. We have dinner in a pub, and he gives me a lift home.
To be continued.
We meet in South Queensferry in the afternoon of one of the first properly sunny days this spring. My evil plan is to walk the 5 miles to Cramond and back in a little loop so that at sunset, we will be walking by the water with views of the Forth bridges and over to Fife. Could it be any more romantic?
We walk to Cramond where the river Almond meets the Firth of Forth, and watch the boats, and the people on the other side of the river. There used to be a passenger ferry to cross it, which would have taken under five minutes. Now, there is a bridge a mile up the river. We are alone on this side of the river, safe from other people and the ice cream van.
We walk back along the coast and climb a big rock that has a name plate attached to it. Eagle Rock. It is exposed up here, windy and sunny, and offers nice views. Almost too perfect a spot for a first kiss. And I am taken by surprise when it actually happens here, so soon. Good work!
I wonder how scary it must be to make this move for the first time. It’s probably easier with online, ‘official’, dating, because it is clear to all parties involved that this is about romance not friendship, so attempting a kiss shouldn’t be too risky. But still, I have never done it.
I’m feeling a bit self-conscious about kissing in such an overly romantic spot, or kissing at all, but it soon passes, and I am just enjoying the moment, the walk, the sun, the twosomeness, holding hands.
Back in Queensferry we sit on a wall by the water for hours, getting a Scottish tan (=sunburn), until we need to pee. We have dinner in a pub, and he gives me a lift home.
To be continued.
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| Forth Rail Bridge |
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| Barnbougle Castle |
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| Dalmeny Estate |
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| The scenery which made him want to kiss me. |
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| Most romantic rail bridge to cross the Forth. |