Cute.

This morning on our start of day walk Sophie is greeted by the University cleaning ladies as they're getting off the bus from Dundee. She is also acknowledged by a group of golfers waiting for one of their number outside the door of their hotel ( their golf trolleys are sniffed in the vain hope they'll contain Ginger Snaps ) and by an Australian gentleman sitting on a bench enjoying an illicit cigarette while his wife is still asleep.  The Australian gentleman introduces himself to Sophie with the words 'You're a cute guy'. He is soon corrected .

Sophie maintains a brisk pace along the cliff tops. In fact her pace is so brisk she has to turn around to make sure I'm keeping up. Apart from a 'shrieking'  incident on the day of our arrival due to an overly amorous Labradoodle she has been a paragon of calm, good behaviour. The uninitiated, looking at her, might think she's been trained and is used to urban living. To our delight the family diva is coping well with the transition and is thriving in the cooler weather and soaking up new experiences.

Municipal flower beds are a source of wonder. So far Sophie has not felt the need to exercise her 'digging' skills.

A new hotel has gone up by the golf course clubhouse. It's done in that bland international style that could be Baltimore or Beijing. This being Scotland it's height regulated.

Outside the hotel a stone dangling on a chain from a wooden post is attracting attention. A group of Californian golfers are clustered around it having their photos taken. Closer examination shows it to be a fine example of Scottish humour.

The bakers near the church doesn't do croissants; " Och no. You most certainly won't find that sort of thing here " says the woman behind the counter in a tone of voice that implies these glitzy foreign products are somehow indecent.

Angus wonders what the residents of the small French village would make of the assorted cakes in the window. Squint and you could believe they were the 'religieuse' much loved by the permanently pregnant bakers wife although the pink variety would be unimaginable in France.

After a bright start some rain showers bustle in from the North Sea. Sophie stops to watch as a group of visitors brave the elements on a guided tour of the town. The new semester starts in a couple of weeks time and the place is slowly changing from its brash summertime golfing persona into its quiet autumn academic role. The first German and American parents are drifting in to see where their offspring will be spending their next year.

And here's a quick update. These weird and wonderful croissants from the trendy pop up bakery score 1/10. They are inedible.Sophie disagrees. She thinks they are the perfect post chipolata start to the day.