The first of the bramble pickers are hard at work along the hedgerows. It's a young couple who live in one of the small cottages by the stream. He does the picking while she holds a large oblong Tupperware container into which the brambles are dropped. They seem to be immersed in what they're doing but manage to look up and give us a cheerful ' Good Morning '. We leave them to it. They're out early because it's going to be hot today. 28C expected, which for Scotland is unusual.
Nine curlews fly over us heading south. Eight of them in formation together, the ninth trailing along behind cheeping noisily as it tries to catch up. The birds used to be a common sight but there are fewer every year. Their resting grounds around the town are slowly but surely disappearing under the ever expanding trailer parks. Interestingly, after a recent burst of expansion 20% of all of Scotlands static caravans can be found in a ten minute drive around the town. At what point does the beauty that attracts people get swamped ?
The strawberries are at their peak. The Bulgarian lady who stacks the shelves and takes the money tells me they hope to get another six or seven weeks crop before they shut up shop for the year.
The minutes of the recent community council meeting have appeared on the village notice board . They indicate that life in these golf mad parts has its own dangers.