A helicopter flew into the local army base last night. It must have been one of those large twin rotor types with blades that make that deep 'thwump-di-dum thwump-di-dum' noise that sets your teeth on edge. Every rook within a five mile radius took to the skies. There must have been a thousand of them. The noise they made was remarkable. We took a glass of wine and stood in the courtyard watching them circle around us.
The chapel bells announce the start of a new day. There was a time when the bells would have been calling the townsfolk to prayer or warning them to gather together to face invaders. Now they're signaling that another round of graduations lie ahead. These days the invaders come in the shape of tour buses from Edinburgh. Yesterday the town was filled to the brink with visitors from Japan. This makes a change from the legions of Italians and Spanish seeking relief from the heat dome that's settled over the south of the continent. The Japanese were dropped off at the golf course end of town, and then proceeded in a long and orderly line to the cathedral . At the old part of the university there was mild chaos as they came face to face with the first academic procession of the day coming in the opposite direction. The pipers were much appreciated.
Town is hectic but for seven am walkers it is quiet and placid and peaceful. It rained yesterday afternoon but should be dry today. The firm that rents out academic hoods and gowns had sensibly supplied yesterday’s graduates with ponchos as proof against the elements. We shall go to see Alan Cummings receive his honorary doctorate and then head south to York for a few days.
One more day to go and then the students and the staff will be gone and the town will turn its attention to golf.