It was a bright start to Wednesday morning with a quick trip to the sea front to see how Kirkaldy matched up to the stunning sights we have seen so far during our time in Scotland. The beach was chilly but fine and we began to march up the beach accompanied by shrieking oyster catchers, only to discover we were a member short... Once again Jose had spied something he fancied and stopped in his tracks to take a look. On a closer inspection he was picking winkles from the rocks and collecting them for lunch later.... Ignoring the pleas of the rest of us not to eat the days findings, when back at the house he cooked them up with some sea water (possibly with a slight essence of petrol from passing cargo ships) and enjoyed his tasty lunch. Needless to say the rest of us did not partake in this delicacy... just this once.
After some of us filling up on the wildlife the beach had to offer it was time to head to the Old Kirk, a converted church, for the evening concert. After asking the audience if anyone had ever heard a saxophone quartet before and the answer being only one solitary man, we soon realised that the reputation of the entire saxophone world was on our shoulders. Fortunately the audience was won over and stayed attentive in their seats apart from the two ladies who needed to catch the last number 34 home. Once again the brilliant instrument has triumphed in Scotland! So after a brief but very successful stay in Kirkaldy we are all tucked up in our beds ready for what tomorrow has to offer. Bring on Glasgee!!!!
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