We've done it. Our first holiday with cubling. Boy was I nervous, not knowing what to take, what to forget and how on earth to keep cubling happy without her electrical swing. We did it nonetheless, and spent a long weekend in the ancient Kingdom of Fife, in a holiday house in Cellardyke to be precise, with another two couples with babies - the latter 4, 3 and 2 months old.

Cellardyke's recent claim to fame was the dead bird flu swan which was found in the harbour. Harbour is a grand word really. Sure, a harbour it is, it's the type of thing where boats can land, just that there are no boats and it looks a bit on the small side. Still, the harbour is the centrepiece of this former Fife fishing village, and it's even got a name: Skinfast. The village looks like an outpost of Anstruther, and we almost went right past it. All the more impressing is its history: apparently 200 fishermen found their daily bread, eh, fish here in the 19th century. And because fish prefer to be swimming even after being cooked, it also was home to 24 breweries and 70 coopers (that's the guys who make the barrels for the beer). Astounding I dare say.

We stayed in a lovely 5 bedroomed self catering house, with lots of attention to detail, a lovely garden including a real (non electrical) swing and barbecue. Not that the fresh sea breeze would be particularly inviting to take advantage of that, even in June, but it looked very pretty anyway.

Cellardyke is definitely in the shadow of its big and famous neighbour Anstruther, and yes, Anstruther is prettier, has more shops, and above all the world famous Anstruther Fish Bar. Where best to eat your fish supper than right at the source, where the fish comes straight from the sea into your plate. It really is a grand sight, the constant queue outside the chippy, plus those who've already beaten the queue and are munching their fish and chips at the harbourside. The fish is very tasty indeed, and the interior of the restaurant definitely helps pass the time between hunger and fish. Videos of fishing out in the rough North Sea, paper clippings, lots of little stories about the place and its history, and the nautical decor of the place make it easy to forget how long the wait may be. And they even cater for a yummy desert with their very own ice cream corner. What more can you ask for.

The next day saw my first proper walk with cubling in her babycarrier. Thankfully it was a flat coast walk, and the baby sling worked surprisingly well. Crail was our destination, and what a pretty little town it is, with an even prettier tea room/crafty bits place, and a pottery. The tea room looked oh so lovely, with lots of handmade items for sale, everything was so nice until the owner accused us on our way out of trying to evade payment of a bag of crisps. He made a real fuss, so he did, and blamed us for splitting bills (that's the non-feathery type) and himself for allowing us to have split the bills. I didn't quite see the connection, at the end of the day he wanted to charge us for something we didn't have, how does splitting bills have anything to do with it? Other than that we may not have noticed that we're paying for something we didn't have? Whatever, it spoiled my enjoyment big time. Such a shame, it's such a gem of a place really.

Oh, and I didn't forget to pack anything, or totally overdo the baby stuff. The only problem was her suddenly increased hunger. Nothing would console her, so at 10 weeks , with my boobs sucked dry, I had to resort to a formula feed. Heavy heartedly I dare say. It must have been the fresh sea air that made her ravenous. I did feel a bit rejected as cubling took the bottle without any niggles, gulping it down. Who says breast fed babies may reject a bottle of formula? Not mine, anything goes that fills her ever hungry tummy. With a big smile afterwards, all the previous crying forgotten. Ah well, whatever makes her happy.