Today was a day of epic vistas and as a picture says a thousand words, I’ll keep it short tonight.

I was up ridiculously early. Perhaps it was the excitement of the prospect of packing away a dry tent. I celebrated by a cycling wander around Berwick, ending up at the very end of the harbour where, for a few moments (until I got bored of looking), I joined the dolphin watchers:

The plan was to follow route 76 up the coast. Somewhat perturbed by the fact that route 76 didn’t follow the coast for the first part of the journey to Dunbar, I decided to take the main coastal road instead. Alas the main road turned out to be the A1. Not a good move. Plan B was implemented and, via this beautiful view across the Scottish Borders…

…this castle in Ayton…

…and a visit to Eyemouth with its stunning beach (but ‘disappointing’ town centre)…

…I was soon back on route 76. Until St Abb’s Head came calling. I really wasn’t expecting to spend an hour bird watching today but that’s what happened after the detour along the peninsula to the isolated lighthouse:

Again I had to seek out the 76 and, once found, this time I stuck to it all the way to historic Dunbar via long straight roads, wonderfully long descents, wind farms, a nuclear power station and a cathedralesque cement factory. Today was nothing if not eclectic. And epic. An epic eclectic day.

No camping tonight; I’m staying with cycling contact Suzanne and burgers have been promised. Tomorrow, finally, Edinburgh…