Good-bye to Fife

The week is coming to a close and it will soon be time to say good-bye to our wonderful hosts here at "The Roods" in Inverkeithing.  Pat and Isobel have been the best of hosts, even going so far as to drive us to Mass last evening for the holy day of All Saints, and, afterwards, to the Ferrybridge Hotel for Dinner.  But something tells me that we are not unique and that they offer the same warm hospitality to every customer who walks through that door.

These people love what they do, and it is obvious by the way they enjoy just sitting and chatting with us when we have a few minutes.

Let me show  you a view of the lovely backyard from my bedroom window.

You'd never guess that we were right across the street from the train station, which by the way, we never heard from the confines of our bedroom.

What makes this place so special?  Is it the "extra" touches like a plate of fresh fruit placed in the room everyday?

Or the breakfast that we choose from a personal menu the night before which could feature fresh croissants and cheese?

Or, could it possibly be the hand cut fresh fruit salad that could include as many as 12 fresh fruits?

Or just how about the morning French Press Coffee?

Or the beautiful conservatory where we sit for breakfast admiring the beauty of the backyard and listening to the pinging of the rain falling on the ceiling?

Well, I'd say that it could be any of these.  But what I absolutely love about this place is the fluffy towels, hot water and WASH CLOTHES!

Ok, so I'm a spoiled American and I still haven't figured just how Europeans get clean without using a washcloth.  And, to be quite honest with you, I don't really want a lesson on how to do this either.

I generally pack my own washclothes when I travel out of the country, but it still was refreshing to find one among the many towels for our use in the bathroom.

And, of course, having a fellow member of the Steeler Nation was great entertainment for Marty, who doesn't put the same stock in Wash clothes that I do.

Put all of the above together, with a quiet room featuring a comfy bed, and I'd say that this place just can't be beat.  It was FABulous!

Last evening's dinner was a pleasant surprise.  We had booked a table at the Ferrybridge Restaurant in North Queensferry (named after St. Margaret for when she was Queen and she arranged the ferry for pilgrims to cross the Firth back in the 12th century.)

We had the place to ourselves.  After having a drink next to the cozy fire in the distance, we were sitted at Table #5, in an alcove by the window.

 Marty enjoyed his beer:

 

I enjoyed my Cabernet Savignon:

And dessert was heavenly:  Banoffee Tart.   Wow!

But let me share the best part of the evening.  The rain had stopped and the moon finally appeared for viewing:

And, most spectacular:  The Firth Rail Bridge, built in the 1800's, peeking behind the houses of Queensferry.

And the best view of all, taken down the street, near the Firth of Forth.

Just spectacular, don't you think?

Just who would have thought that one could have so much fun staying in Inverkeithing?  Not many, take my word for it.

But now, we'll be off again,  this time with a last minute reservation in a town called Bonnyrigg. ( Plans changed so we had to adapt. )  

But not before I head off to morning Mass with Pat.  Catholics must be few and far between as patrons here, because he seems very excited to have me here to chat with!

Rest assured, I will be praying for all of those unfortunate victims of Hurricane Sandy.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed today's post.

Until tomorrow.......