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Day Seventeen: Wick: Ambling in the sun

A day of ambling, strolling, and enjoying the lovely sunny weather, bringing back memories of childhood – and maybe I can claim much of it as research for the next book!

First a walk up the river.

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Looking away from town

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Looking towards the town

Then after lunch, we went down to the harbour where timber was being loaded onto a boat bound for Scandinavia and paper-making.

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The sun shone, the sea was deep blue,and the sky clear blue – so on we went round the south head.

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My sister pointed out to me the remains of the breakwater Robert Louis Stevenson’s father was commissioned to build out into the bay. Despite several attempts, the breakwater was never completed – storms kept tearing off huge lumps of concrete and stone¬†weighing over a thousand tons¬†– and the project was finally mothballed.

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Out to the Trinkie – the sea-filled outdoor swimming pool where our mother taught us to float when we were very small.

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And then back in to Wellington Street (and Granny Leslie’s house from my novel, When the Boats Come Home).

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We ended up with a cold drink (and a cake!) at the very impressive Pulteney Centre, which offers facilities, hosts courses and a wide variety of groups – all run by the Pulteneytown People’s Project.

This evening is more research – a visit to an old friend to hear about her trip to Buenos Aires. And yes, that does come into the next book!

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