We make our way under a perfect sky to the edge of Tentsmuir Forest, looking forward to wandering through the mature pines and sandy dunes. Strange things lie deep in the woods. Smoke rises from a cabin. I’m not sure

Our hotel in St Andrews is close to the university. Sleeping in front of an open window, Duncan enjoyed the bass booming out from a formal garden party until 2 am. I slept like a log — I sleep through

A beautiful morning for a beach walk round Largo Bay, leaving behind my last industrial skyline until Dundee. A bizarre wooden sculpture rises from the earth in Lower Largo. The garden and house opposite belong to artist Alan Faulds. Malagan

A sea shrouded in mist. My train to Fife, passing over the mighty Forth Bridge, flies through the clouds. Alighting at Aberdour, someone is keen to guide me down to the shore. A heron stands motionless outside a lonely hotel

The final day of this trip and a glorious morning to cross the Forth Road Bridge into the Kingdom of Fife, with a spectacular view of the Queensferry Crossing. The only permitted vehicles on the bridge are buses, taxis and