The One Where I Fall On My Ass

Yesterday, to my very great surprise, there was clearly some kind of disturbance in the Force, and the weather changed from “Unbelieveably, heart-rendingly awful” to an approximation of a pleasant spring day. That’s about as good as it gets in Scotland, so naturally we all (“we all” being my parents, Terry, the dog and I) jumped into the car and headed to the beach.

The beach we went to was at North Berwick, which,as some of you know, has the distinction of being my Favourite Place in the Whole of Scotland. It’s a pretty little seaside town, with lots of little restaurants and bars, and oh, a great big old volcanic plug, called Berwick Law. Here is a picture of Berwick Law :

Berwick_law

Here is a picture of me, Terry and Rubin on the very top of Berwick Law, which is steeper than it looks, let me tell you:

Berwick_law_2

And here is a short video of me falling flat on my ass on the way back down:

Notice the way my family all come rushing to my aid… they clearly weren’t too concerned, because obviously I do this kind of thing A LOT. The long pause after I land was caused partly by my reluctance to accept my own clumsiness, and partly by my quiet conviction that I had broken my right wrist. Which I hadn’t, luckily.

Just a few minutes after this I almost fell again, the result being that my parents had to take an arm each, and half-carry me down the hill, like Amy Winehouse being escorted out of a nightclub. As my dad said, people were probably looking at us thinking, “Tut, tut, drunk in the middle of the day!” This time, though, my complete inability to walk unaided was caused by my shoes, which my dad described as “ridiculous” and I described as “the only flat shoes I own, what do you expect me to wear?” So, yes, fun for all the family! And ridiculous shoes = the only kind you’ll ever need…

Actually, falling-on-ass aside, we had an excellent day, and I have spent most of my time since we got back looking at property prices in North Berwick on the internet, because it’s one of the few places in Scotland I can actually imagine myself being happy to live in. It’s only 30 minutes from Edinburgh by train, and I’ve always wanted to live by the sea, but unfortunately so do a lot of other people, as property is really expensive there, and as things stand, Terry and I could possibly stretch to a one bedroom flat, but only if we give up food and send Rubin out to work. Still, it’s a more realistic dream than my “cross my fingers and hope the American government will let me live in Florida” one, so I’m going to continue to persue it.

And also to look into buying more sensible shoes…


9 Comments

  • I love north berwick too, its perfect…wish the sun would hurry up and come out before july ends, or is that asking too much?
    lol at you falling, only you dear amber, hope your ok now

  • Tracey says:

    Sensible shoes are very over-rated.

  • My family would have come running–and laughing. A rather sadistic bunch.

  • Carrie says:

    I'm surprised you own flats! :)
    and ps- slo-mo, LOL

  • Caroline says:

    Oh my god – I love North Berwick! We've been going for our hols since I was tiny – first to Yellow Craig caravan park, then later to a flat right on the sea front. My parents still go for the summer every year – so if you happen to take Rubin at all this summer keep an eye out for Harry on the beach!

    And i have fallen down coming back down the Law many times. In sensible shoes. Even in wellies, for heaven's sake! I have a great photo of me aged about 7 under the whale bones, wearing my beloved brown duffle coat and frog wellies. Are the bones stil there?!

    Ahhh, memories…

  • Amber says:

    Caroline, I am ridiculously excited by the news that you're a fellow North Berwick fan! We used to go to the caravan park too (the Rhodes one, which is a housing estate now, and one of my most coveted location for my prospective new house) when I was a kid – still love it, and will definitely look out for Harry if we go back this summer :)

    The original whale bones had to be removed, unfortunately – think the weather had started to destroy them – but they were replaced this year with fake ones, much to the disgust of the elderly gentleman we met at the top!

  • Molly says:

    Ugh sensible shoes. Hate the term. I am forever wearing the wrong shoes to do anything remotely outdoorsy.

  • Hayley says:

    Why wouldn't the American gov't let you live in Florida? Prior convictions? ; )

    Seriously, they let everyone else live here, I don't know why they wouldn't let you. It might have the added bonus of making us look more fashionable : )

  • Amber says:

    Hayley, they hate letting people from the UK work there… Apparently the UK more than "fills its quota" for immigration every year, so the words "camel" and "needle" spring to mind when it comes to us getting in, unfortunately.

    No prior convictions, though, and really, I am a big boost to the American economy, on account of all my shopping :)

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