The Firth of Forth, Shrouded in Fog and Rain

What a difference a day makes! We had a golden time one evening last July in South Queensferry on the banks of the Firth of Forth, which you may have read about here.

The sky, the weather, the ambiance – everything was perfect.

The bridges were so interesting and historic (I love me some bridges!). So we decided to come back to South Queensberry the next afternoon to take a boat tour around the Forth River and learn about the bridges and surrounding areas.

Only, it turned back into regular Scotland weather, not the magical, golden, “you’ve been living right so you’re being rewarded” Scotland weather we’d been experiencing. Dear Readers, I’ve been to Scotland so many times and had great weather that I was starting to think my colleagues were pulling a prank on my with all their moaning about the wind, rain and endless grayness.

No. They were not.

We got our dose of soggy gray misty Scotland that afternoon on the boat tour. A dose of a lifetime. It was the equivalent of the worst January day in Southeast Texas on that July afternoon near Edinburgh.

We were excited to go on the tour, despite the December weather in July.

It was cold, wet and almost miserable, and yet, still fun.

We saw seals on the channel markers – that was cool!

We saw Inchcolm Abbey.

We saw what the Scotsman newspaper dubbed the ‘island of gnomes’ found in the Firth of Forth, just off the shore of Inchcolm Abbey Read about it here.

The bridges remained magnificent, but the passionless gunmetal gray light just didn’t show them off to their best advantage.

Just as our tour was finishing, the sun began to come back out.

Scotland surprises, but never disappoints. It was a wild, wet, chilly and memorable afternoon cruising the Firth of Forth—shivering but delighted, we took in the wonders of seals and abbeys and gnomes and bridges. we took in the wonders of seals and abbeys and gnomes and bridges.

And after that, it was time for a hot toddy!

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