I have this vague - very vague -
recollection of a school trip to
Yellowcraig. This seems unlikely as
the school I attended didn’t do trips,
but this memory is nestled somewhere
in the recesses of my brain. I
remember the approach, the pathway
that leads through the grassland to
the beach. I remember it feeling
exciting. But again, it’s an odd, out-
of-context memory. Did I really visit
this place as a kid? As all these years
on, Yellowcraig is now a favourite
walk for us. A place that’s so familiar,
I could tell you about the specific
pathways and rocks and routes
through the dunes.