At The End of a Perfect Day...

Recounting a visit to North Berwick in the late 70s.
 
The town held many happy childhood memories of caravan holidays there and in Dunbar in the early 60s. The family always spent a week between the two sites every year.
 
The Tantallan caravan site in North Berwick above the golf course has a wonderful view out over the town and the sea, and the walks along the shore in either direction were magic.

The sites were always clean and well kept, a van would come round in the morning with milk and fresh rolls. The breakfasts especially memorable sitting outside with a roll and a mug of tea. Playing all day, and in the evenings cards or board games were the order of  the day. Even if it was raining it was very comforting sitting with family together, the rain gentle on the roof and the wee gas fire fogging up all the windows inside. For young children it was a perfect place to explore, make new friends and play. The sun always seemed to be shining, but that's a given with fond memories!
 
Many years later we decided to revisit the site, I was by this time married, and me, the wife, my brother and his then-girlfriend, and my best mate, headed out there with the caravan for a couple of days break.
 
On the first morning we travelled south away from the town, along the rocks for about a mile or so until we found a beautiful wee deserted cove on the beach.
 
We'd brought along BBQ stuff, lots of beer, and our guitars, and we enjoyed the wonderful sunshine in and out of the water, played football and had lots to eat and drink. The fun just seemed to last forever
 
 As the sun slowly went down, we built a wee fire on the beach, drank beer and got the guitars out, and sang for hours.
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One of the best days of my life.

​This song describes it perfectly...

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