On Thursday we drove to some of Scotland's fishing villages. First we travelled to Anstruther, where we had hot chips out in the cold and visited the fishing museum, which I found quite dull, but Lydia enjoyed. Finally we saw the cave of Saint Fillan, where the saint was said to write his sermons with the light of his magical glow-in-the-dark arm. The story was ridiculous, but the cave was interesting.

St Fillan's cave

The next day we drove to Loch Leven nature reserve. Upon arrival, we were all delighted to see our first ever red squirrel, Britain's only native squirrel. We went on a long walk up to the top of a hill overlooking the loch, with Lydia managing to walk the whole way without needing to be carried, 

Red Squirrel

Walking up the hill

next we visited some of the wetland hides and looked out for waterbirds. We saw a lot, but found them hard to identify in the rain. There was supposed to be a huge eagle on an island in the loch, but he never left the island, and as a result, we never saw him.