This is now my favourite refreshment stop. On the ground floor with easy access to loos, disabled or otherwise, and the most delicious food and one of the best cappuccinos ever.
The views are not as exciting as from the Lighthouse Cafe, on the first floor with stunning sea views. But I can no longer face the lurching stair lift which by the time it gets upstairs everyone else has been served, and finished......
The Dunes is a Driving Range separate but next to the Fraserburgh Golf Club. A driving range is where you can go and hit a ball and not get wet.
The Dunes also does a lot to get young people involved in the game of golf which I applaud. Not necessarily the golf in particular, but anything that gets them off their proverbial.....
My daily exercise continues. Ploughing up and down the prom - and a plough might be needed. I am sure whoever works out how to affix a wine glass to the chariot could make me a plough to affix also!
At the grand age of 66 I finally find pleasure in walking. Which is quite a shock to me. I am now addicted and get twitchy if the weather looks as if it is going to prevent me. Only very strong winds prevent me. Mainly as I do not weigh much and have been literally blown over! We are so fortunate in the North East of Scotland that most days are like today. Bloody cold tho.
Surfers are present most days. We had a few words when I first started walking as they parked in 'my' disabled spot. I hate confrontation. But it was also my marker for the distance I walked (petty?) Now its big grins all round and 'How ya doin.' which I much prefer.
Had my hair done, back at Art group, it snowed.