Adam Boggon returns to his childhood haunts in this reflective ride through Fife. Words Adam Boggon Photography Peter Munnoch The King sits in Dunfermline toun,Drinking the blude-red wine,‘O whare will I get a skeelyskipper,to sail this ship of mine.’ It’s carved into a post embedded in seventy tonnes of cement wheelbarrowed by villagers over slats to the end of the rebuilt pier in Culross, West Fife, Scotland. That’s where I’m from and where I was going back to. The quiet coach from King’s Cross contained a huge toy pirate ship and a noisy six-year-old boy. Passengers fumed through pursed lips....