on the way upto St Andrews

The first night of camping alone went fine, nobody kidnapped me, nobody pinched my bike. Calmness was in the air.

I left very early to get on the road.  Went through a village called Kirkcaldy – it reminded me so much of St Petersburg in Russia.

There were some funny looking fields on the way to St Andrews – apparently up here there are lots of farmers that grow for a very well known high street brand that require excellent quality in their crops. Strange to see the crops like this.