Monday, July 27, 2026

High summer.

Much of Britain has now gone 40 days without rain. Here, it poured heavily for much of yesterday and there's a solid bank of cloud off to the North West which hints that there's more to come. The farmers will be happy. On our way into town we pass the first field with the crop harvested and the hay all tightly bound. It can only be a matter of days before our village farmers follow suit. We're at that stage of the year when time starts to sprint forwards. 


The lobster fishermen have taken to fishing at night. Maybe the catch is better when the water is colder ? This morning the local boats are all moored in the outer harbour and there's no sign of their owners. In fact there's no sign of anyone.  One of the houses on the quayside has an impractical iron balcony. This has rusted away in the salt laden air and bright orange safety railings have been put up on the cobbles to cordon it off.  Not all architects are practical souls.


The florist is displaying something truly horrendous in her window. Is it a vase ?

The mechanical cobbler in the shoe repair shop window is still dressed for the World Cup.


Sandcastle competitions a reminder that more innocent summer holiday pastimes are still thriving in this part of the world. We stop for a chat with a neighbour who has returned from holiday. He reminds us that in five weeks time a new influx of students are expected.

Sunday, July 26, 2026

Drizzle

Some light drizzly rain this morning. The farmer will be pleased as will the fire service. There's been a blaze in the dry heather up on the hills by Aviemore. The village is getting ready for something called The Rat Race being run the 100 miles between Edinburgh and Glamis Castles:https://www.ratrace.com/rr100-edinburgh-to-glamis-2026-eei/#eei-overview  We know little about it but professional looking orange signs have appeared by the doocot pointing runners down to the field where the cows are. A table dispensing Barley Water has been put up in front of the potato barns. There is a general feeling of expectancy amongst the villagers who are unsure whether to expect tens or hundreds of visitors. The scout hut in the next village down the coast has been turned into an overnight pit stop with warm food and a doctor on duty for those intent on doing the full 100 miles. It's all very professional.

Down where the golf courses meet the sea the groundskeepers have planted a wild flower meadow. It attracts swarms of bees and flocks of butterflies. It also looks good so can be counted a great success.


Sanderlings charging in and out of the incoming waves. They are the most comical of all waders.


This mornings rain gives the air a decidedly autumnal accent. We do our 10,000  steps and then head off to the warmth of Starbucks.


A late delivery of birthday chocolates by the courier who has moved into the cottage by the Y junction. It still seems odd to have a delivery first thing on a Sunday morning. These chocolates come from a maker in the Highlands. They are as well wrapped as chocolates can be.


They are very French in their presentation.


They are also very Scottish in design.


A little poem with a big heart: https://substack.com/@joysullivan/note/c-295880282

Excitement in Greenland :https://x.com/OJoelsen/status/2081013859695956350

Why electronics are about to get more expensive :https://www.chinatalk.media/p/the-chemistry-of-chips

What German children do during their summer holidays :https://www.cato.org/blog/friday-feature-mini-cities

I fund this on Youtube but am still none the wiser about what to expect :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNQJtZQOXe4

Saturday, July 25, 2026

No heat here.

200,000 people in South West France and Spain now being evacuated from the path of forest fires. The old mayor of the French village phones for a wee chat. He says it's been 42C for the last three days with a sleep interrupting low of 30C at night. Everyone is praying for rain. The owners of the castle are having air conditioning installed in every room. From the old mayors tone of voice I can safely assume he thinks having aircon in every room is extravagant. Relations between the recently elected town councillors, we discover, is not good. The last meeting of the council ended with the new mayor and the very new mayor using 'indecorous' terms to describe each other. The hot weather is not helping.

Out here on the coast the weather is being very Scottish. There was a wee bit of rain overnight. This was enough to freshen up the plants in the garden but not enough to keep the farmer and his potato plants happy. Today a high of 20C and low of 14C is forecast.

A display in Starbucks tells us this is a dog town par excellence . Pots of cream are very much in evidence.

£6.80 for a kilo of peas a reminder that life isn't getting any cheaper. The peas were harvested this morning so I guess you pay up for freshness.


The second session of the summer school for teenagers is underway. A young gull looks plaintively at the front door of the youngsters dorm. The wee thing has quickly understood that where there are human teenagers there's pizza crust.


Another young gull glares at us from atop the rubbish bins. Gulls appear to be the very worst of parents. They seem to abandon their offspring as soon as they can. The roads are sadly covered in the remnants of chicks run over by speeding cars.

Friday, July 24, 2026

Coolcation.

A group of a dozen or so lycra clad ( and ever so slightly grumpy ) cyclists are standing at the doocot. They've taken a wrong turning and ended up in the village. It's not often that we see pink and yellow saddle wear out here. Directions are given and the group snake off towards their destination. They are staying in the best hotel in town and will have a long restorative lunch at a good restaurant on the coast :https://www.16westend.com/ and be given a lecture on the local geology. They'll then cycle back at their own pace ( or driven back for those who have been tempted and had too much wine ) to their 5 star. " It's so good to be able to sleep and breath properly. At night we just open the windows and turn off the aircon ". The tour company has a list of coffee shops and restaurants that provide acceptable pit stops for those wanting to venture off on their own. A van is always within half an hours call in case there are tired leg 'emergencies'. I've joked about it but Coolcations really are becoming a thing. 

This mornings BBC radio broadcast leaves us with much to ponder. Tariffs that had been off, are on again. Ms. Laura Loomer, who the radio informs us is an American influencer,  had been anti-Ukraine but  has now changed her mind and become a keen supporter of President Zelensky. Meanwhile that thing in the Gulf seems to have kicked off again and driven the price of oil back to eye watering levels.

It's cloudier this morning. Maybe there will be some rain ? After three weeks without so much as a drop we need it. The crows  that are perching on the old stone field walls take to the air as the lost cyclists pedal away. Thankfully, the crows have not repeated their early morning parliamentary session on the roof of the last wee house before Denmark.


In town two beagles and a small fluffy thing in a chariot are heading towards the beach.


The school holidays bring with them happy families from down south. I wonder how many toddlers end up coming to study here because of early memories formed on the beach ? The light in this photograph has ended up with the same sort of washed out colours that used to be found in 70's era Kodak snaps.


Fresh roses in the window of the house with the table that's always covered in exam papers.


Down on the 18th tee a youngish American father and two sons are sinking a few putts before the next foursome closes in. I'm sure this is highly illegal but the groundsmen turn a blind eye. 

Thursday, July 23, 2026

The first Chinese car in the village

The farmer by the crossroads has bought a new 4x4. This turns out to be a BYD - a brand that's made in China. " BYD  stands for Build Your Dreams " the farmer informs a group of young fathers ( and their lively offspring ) who have come out to inspect it. This is the first Chinese car that anyone in the village has bought. Reactions to this new arrival are mixed. The quality of the interior is commented on positively as is the price but there's a general feeling that 'You can't beat an established brand '. Angus wonders who in the 21st century would ever use the term 'established brand ' but keeps this thought to himself. He also wonders why anyone would buy a car that's dark purple metallic but this thought is also left unvoiced.

The crowd of car appraisers have observed that a white Peugeot has spent the night parked in a field down by the shore. It's a rental car ( you can tell from the registration ) and the windows are steamed up. It's blocking the track down to the shore where the Highland cows are. Little, if anything, escapes the inhabitants of a small Scottish coastal village. Soon a tractor will be sent down to do some spraying. This will get the inhabitants of the Peugeot  moving.

Today the weather is likely to be hot and heavy or an approximation of  what the Scots consider hot and heavy to be.

The road outside the Royal and Ancient is empty and windswept for much of the year. Now it's alive with tourists watching the flag being raised. Some beer glasses from last night are still waiting to be collected from the tables and taken in.


The artistic  'innocence' of the dog on this bill board made me laugh. So did the superfluous 'woof' written in chalk alongside it.


Down by the 18th tee you could think you're in Palm Beach. On our afternoon walk we observe that we are the only Europeans ( Caddies excepted ) to be found. Everyone else is from the US or Asia ( with a sprinkling of Italians ). You can spot a visitor because they're wrapped up in jackets against the breeze that's blowing in from the sea. The locals of course think it's stiflingly hot and are indoors in shirt sleeves. Scottish skin and high UV levels do not make for a good mix.


The 'Open' will be held here next July and in terms of visitors it will be truly epic. Every day a quarter of a million flood into a town with a population of 18,000. We shall most certainly not be here. 


Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Ladybirds.

Summer doldrums time. The national newspapers are finding it difficult to fill their front pages. Even Larry, the Downing Street cat, is having his moment in the sun :https://x.com/Number10cat/status/2079623596251455910 .

Yesterday was hot and dry. This morning there are Ladybirds everywhere. They clearly love these conditions.


2026 seems to be another bumper year for bees. Their noise rises from the wild flowers that line the edge of the fields like an orchestra in the process of tuning up. We are now at peak cornflower time.


The small sandy beach already alive with village pre-teens enjoying some start of day quality time with their fathers. Today we chat with one of the Americans teaching at the University. Later today the American, may or may not, head into his laboratory. His six and four year old would much rather he stay on the beach with them. His wife will be heading down into Edinburgh tomorrow to pick up grand parents at the airport. She would 'prefer' to drive down without the distraction of her two super lively offspring. The pace of life here in our all to brief summers is leisurely and uncomplicated.


Golfers everywhere. They're just happy soaking up the mood and can't believe their good luck with the weather.


A local dog owner sits and watches a foursome tee off. The man keeps up a constant stream of banter with his companion who is however much more interested in a bacon roll that a spectator is munching on.

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Breakfast excitement.


Britain has a new Prime Minister, long suffering Canada faces more tariffs and that 'unpleasantness' in the Gulf continues to rumble away. A man being interviewed by the BBC on Iran uses the history laden phrase ' one more push and its done '. Plus ca change. Here Angus is surprised to find out that another birthday has rolled around. It's only what seems like three or four months since the last one. Time, like chocolate bars, seems to have suffered from shrinkflation.

A great view from the courtyard across the Bay this morning. We can see all the way up the coast to the high cliffs by Arbroath. Today we walk briskly down to the shore as there's a chill to the northern air that hints high summer will soon start to segue into early autumn. Over the last few days the wheat has taken on that rich pre-harvest golden hue. The next time I see the farmer I'll ask him when he plans to start bringing in the crop. It can't be long. No quail this morning but the young partridges do a good job of providing our morning entertainment. They dart in and out of the shelter of the tall wheat stalks.


The wild flowers continue to surprise .

In town young English fathers are out and about with their excited offspring. They clamber over the rocks and scream with delight as they paddle in the cold water. This is the start of the English school holidays and the town now has a lot of family groups who eat fish and chips, go to bed early and are up and about as soon as the sun rises. They inhabit a very different world from that of the golfers in the 5 star hotels. For an eight year old is there anything that can match the delights of rock climbing on the shore before going to a cafe for a breakfast bacon roll ? The seeds of living on the wild side are planted early.


The portico of the Episcopal church is wrapped in string. Presumably this will provide the support for a display of wedding flowers. Further down the road we stop and peer at the workmen busy restoring the old building that's being restored as a business and AI centre. The tiles on the roof are being taken down and shipped away to be cleaned and repaired. 

By late morning the town will be full of day trippers soaking up the sun on the beach or looking for ice creams. If possible we avoid doing anything between eleven in the morning and four thirty in the afternoon as parking is simply impossible. A number of parking spots were taken away during Covid so that the cafe owners could expand onto the pavement. What was planned as a short term measure has become permanent.





Dinosaurs :https://theconversation.com/what-science-loses-when-t-rex-becomes-a-trophy-287334

Non-U golfing behaviour :https://www.irishtimes.com/sport/golf/2026/07/20/bryson-dechambeau-accused-of-threatening-to-call-donald-trump-in-row-over-open-penalty/