The Saga of Billy the Kid #7

The noise seemed to come from above.  Looking up we saw what seemed to be a stranded baby goat.  Bleating his heart out.  All alone.  Completely alone.  English translation, "I'm lost and can't find my mama.  Help me.  Please help me."  As we continued down the trail. He raced down toward us.  Decided, apparently, that we would do just fine, and followed us.  We stopped.  He stopped.  We walked faster.  He walked faster.  He got a few yards behind me and stuck with us.  As we rounded the corner, we saw his homies on the hill.  Still needed a little help however.  Annie walked up the hill until he followed her.  

First glimpse of Billy.  Left side near top.

(Photo by Emily Metz)

Checking us out.

(photo by Emily Metz)

(photo by Emily Metz)

(Photo by Emily Metz)

Regarding the so-called trail after Crail.  Quoting from the guide book:  "By far the roughest and toughest day . . . no easy escape and no refreshments or other facilities . . .  many of the parts are muddy or jungly. . . There are many switchbacks, a couple of places are impassable at full tide and there is chance of landslide . . . you should be prepared to boulder hop, scramble and slither . ."  All true.  Very true.  Too true.

Anstruther to Kingsbarns

Do you see a path here?

All that aside, it continues, "Kept for a good dry day (which, praise The Lord, we had)  . . . offers open, spacious, atmospheric, wild coastal walking, quite unlike anywhere else on the coast and should be relished for those qualities".

Starting with Crail below (most photographed and painted city in the Kingdom of Fife):

16th century doocot