Burnmouth is one of the most visited, yet least recognised places, in Scotland. As you travel north from the Scottish border along the A1, Burnmouth is the first village you encounter.

Here a burn plunges from the 300 foot high cliffs that line the coast. The village clusters above, below, and even upon the cliffs surrounding the fishing harbour, which was built in the early 19th century.

Upper Burnmouth, where we are, includes two white painted inns, the Flemington Inn and the Gulls Nest Bar, next to the A1.

The remainder of the village lies down a steep lane. A few cottages huddle around the church on a hairpin bend, while three distinct communities balance on the narrow shelf at the foot of the cliffs.

Partanhall is separated from the high water mark only by the width of a track leading to Burnmouth Harbour, with its two basins. At low tide you can see the remarkable parallel lines of serrated rocks that make up the local geology.

Cowdrait lies a few hundred yards south of the harbour, clinging by its fingertips to the rocky shore.