Yesterday was a special day in Scotland. The sun came out. So special, Gemma decided to take leave from studying and venture outside. Being bank holiday, the rest of Scotland came out for the day too. Gemma decided we should go to St Andrews.

Firstly we got caught Bank Holiday traffic. Having a touch of man-flu, I'm running a slight temperature in any case. Sitting in traffic for an hour on a hot day in a black car was doing nothing to help. We decided to take a detour. Gem, armed with the map, navigated us to a picnic spot which happened to be 200 yards from Methil power station in Leven. Our picnic consisted of a rug (which we'd bought ourselves), a hotdog (for Gemma) and a strawberry Cornetto (for me) which we purchased from the nearby burger van. Having finished my ice-cream, we pushed on in search of more fun and went to the penny arcade across the road. We eventually waved the power station goodbye and headed to St Andrews.

The place was heaving but we had a great time, walking along the beach, watching rich Americans come up the 18th and visiting a local watering hole for some light refreshments ...then the mist rolled in (as you will see from the pictures) and everyone decided to leave the beach. It took us an hour to get out of the car-park.

We then took the coast road home and called in at Anstruther for a portion of their award winning fish and chips (best in Scotland, 2nd best in UK). The queue was about 75 yards out of the front doors but we decided they'd be worth the wait. Having queued and queued we finally reached the front doors to be confronted with a Disney style zig-zag roped walkway affair. We were only about half way to the counter. By then we'd reached the point of no return. It was a military style operation. Uniformed girls came around and took our orders well in advance. A young boy in front had been waiting so long with his Dad that he needed an emergency trip to the toilet to save himself from peeing all over the floor. Having climbed the steps to the counter and received my fish supper I felt like I'd won the FA Cup. I wanted to hold my chips aloft and blow raspberries at all the other suckers in the queue behind us. I went crazy and thought I might actually want some mushy peas but there was going to be an additional five minute wait for them so I decided against it. One hour and fifteen minutes after joining the queue, we left the "plaice" (get it?) with our dinner, exhausted. We'd earnt it. It has to be said, the grub was excellent.