The groundsmen are enjoying a start of day coffee in the cafe on the beach. They're a hard working bunch but this morning they're in no rush to get started. It's the time of the high equinox tides and there's little they can do to stop the sea scouring away the dunes. This morning there's enough of a wind to send the waves crashing into the car park. The Edinburgh golfers who've parked their Porsches and Mercedes there are going to be in for a surprise. A gaggle of students stand and watch the waves lap around the cars. When the men in the cafe said the tides would be abnormally high they meant it.
At long last the work on the Royal and Ancient clubhouse is nearing an end. The structure has been brought into the 21st century and changing rooms for the lady golfers have been excavated into the ground beneath. The work was supposed to have been finished eighteen months ago but, as is the way with these things, it's suffered a lengthy delay. The new porch has been designed to match the style of the old building and blends in well. I'm sure the bill for all this work will be eyewatering. Let's hope there's enough left in the kitty to start taking the coastal erosion seriously.
Easter approaching. Music, which maintains a low profile during much of the year, suddenly comes centre stage. There are lunchtime and evening concerts from now until the end of Holy Week.We were due to drive down to collect 'Cabbage' the PONette this week. Her elderly lady owner ( who was wildly enthusiastic a month ago ) is suddenly coming to terms with saying goodbye to her companion. At a certain age saying goodbye to a dog means much more than saying goodbye to a dog. We've told her that we're happy to wait until she thinks the time is right. Somethings can't be rushed. Everything has its time. ' Cabbage ' is a name that is likely to be changed.