An unproductive day. The good news - the curtains look great. The bad news - the Danish chairs are scratched. The delivery men take them away. The Swedish sofa has lost a leg in transit. It too is returned. No sign of the half dozen other things expected. Irate calls are made by Angus - these are met with Kelly Sadler type indifference.
Back in St.Andrews there is a sharp rap at the wee house door. Outside stands a lady in a tweed suit who introduces herself to 'The Font' as a neighbour . '' I'm wondering if you'd join us for a small glass of sherry before our weekly book club. It would be so good if you could ''. This, for those readers unused to life in a Scottish provincial town, is a chance for the locals to get the measure of the 'new' folk.
A gathering of twenty or so towns folks - many current or former teaching staff. The sort of intelligent unassuming people who put paid to the idea that if you're the smartest person in the room you're in the wrong room. Polite introductions. 'The Font' breaks the ice with the book club crowd by looking out of the window and exclaiming in horror '' Good heavens ! What's that ? ". In the garden is the largest pigeon 'The Font' has ever seen. It's like a plump cat with wings and is fighting an equally large Raven over a fish head that has been dropped on the lawn.
The book club is discussing whether a reformed ( presumably ) murderer can be a Church of Scotland minister. 'The Font' has delivery men to chase so makes suitable excuses to leave but is 'invited' by one of the participants, a lady in a red tartan skirt, to look at a recent discovery in the car park on the corner. She points to a large slab of stone. '' You'll recognize it at once as a fallen orthostat " says the woman in best Miss Jean Brodie accent. If ever we need to consult someone on megalithic architectural terms we've found the right person. The lady in the red tartan skirt is excited because the standing stone has been used as paving slab for the last three centuries and only in the last month has its true purpose been recognized. She is doubly enthused because it's presence here signifies that the site of the cathedral had been 'holy' ground for at least two thousand years before Christianity and the thumb and collar bone of St.Andrews arrived on this rocky outcrop.
'The Font' sees a book in the supermarket that might be a more pertinent choice for the book club.
This is lovely and charismatic and follows on from yesterdays link provided by Taste of France: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRnUKseugag
And being reminded of pilgrims reawakened an ever fond memory and an insight into one of the more unusual moments of our adventures in Europe. Can it really be nearly a decade since we said goodbye to Digby ? Not a maudlin thought more a surprise that time passes so quickly :