We went out for a long walk this afternoon to an old fishing village at the very tip of the east end of Aberdeen harbour. It’s called Footdee, or “Fittie”, as the locals call it. Aberdeen harbour has been hijacked by the oil industry and none of it is walkable to the public (not that I could see anyway), apart from Footdee.
The walk there was ghastly. The oil industry has put its footprint on Aberdeen harbour and it ain’t pretty. Yes, I know oil has brought lots of money to Aberdeen and I’m not denying that, but I can also present the truth which is that Aberdeen harbour is now very ugly because of it. This is what the walk to Footdee looks like when you walk parallel to the harbour:
It’s one frightful sight after another. I feel like banging my head against a wall when I hear people complain about the appearance of wind farms. See my images above for goodness sake. I suppose it’s true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but I would eat my underpants if anyone said they found those images beautiful. I do find wind turbines beautiful but even if I did not, they’re a damn site more attractive than what the oil industry has done to Aberdeen harbour.
However just around the corner from all this ugliness, was Footdee and what a beautiful place it is. It was well worth the walk. Thank goodness the area has been preserved.
There was something a bit hobbit-like about some of the homes there. I’m about 175cm tall which isn’t that tall but still too high to fit through this doorway:
Next to the village was the beach:
And the obligatory playground:
Where I had a snooze (or a napfu as one of my blogging friends calls it) since I’m still feeling jet-lagged:
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