Monday, August 22, 2022

Sophie's first full week by the sea.

Four American gentlemen in bright golf attire are waiting outside their hotel as we wander by on our start of day walk. They are in quite remarkable outfits that could prosaically be described as purple, scarlet, lilac and orange . The colours are of an intensity that could easily be caught by sensors on low earth orbiting satellites. Usually it takes Sophie and Angus twenty minutes to walk from the cathedral to the Old Course. Our return journey takes forty minutes as every doorway and lamp post along the route must be carefully studied. Conversations with friendly passers by , such as these, add to the length of our excursions. The American gentlemen inform me they're three minutes early for their driver. ' We're playing Kingsbarns today. Should be great ' says the most vocal. Angus has no opinion as to whether this will, or will not be the case, so he emits a non-committal  guttural noise. This is enough for the vocal gentleman to volunteer the view that ' You Scotch guys are so friendly'. A guttural grunt seems to be an abnormally low bar as a signifier of friendliness but who am I to point this out ? Sophie is disappointed to discover that the golfers don't have a single Ginger Snap between them. She soon decides that she's had enough small talk and heads off to explore a flower bed by the band stand. Friendliness has its limits. All the golfers chuckle and say goodbye to her. I'm ignored. When I look back they're piling happily into the back of their mini-bus and chatting away to their driver who has an accent out of Brigadoon.

The local croissants are dire. The fancy bakers produces something akin to under cooked choux pastry, the cheese mongers ( at an exorbitant £2.90 each ) are made with what I think is honey but could just as easily be treacle. Whatever it's made with is a sin against croissants.Tomorrow we shall try the offerings from the bakers near the town church. If that doesn't work there is a Marks and Spencers food outlet in town and an upmarket farm shop out near where Prince William lived when he was a student here. Surely something recognizable as a croissant must be available ? In the interim Sophie has a morning rendezvous with her French breakfast chef and a tasty chipolata.

The blog still being posted on 'The Fonts' French keyboard laptop. This makes formatting difficult. Normal service will,hopefully, be resumed later this week when the removal company show up on Wednesday with the desk tops. The removal firm are allowing for three days to unpack everything. The cleaning ladies are coming into the new house today to give it top to bottom work over. The family diva displays enormous courage when she finds that the field at the entrance to our new village is full of young and extremely inquisitive cows.

Back at the Wee House we dine outside on the small deck at the top of the stairs that lead from the kitchen into the garden. Sophie discovers that she adores a little langoustine bisque with her kibble and ( in a unexpected turn of events ) is transported to heaven when taken out at ten thirty for an ice cream from the cafe by the roundabout. 








19 comments:

WFT Nobby said...

'The local croissants are dire'. Surely the least surprising sentence I've read for a while! I'll be interested to find out what Angus makes of the M&S ones. According to the low bar set by years of NE Scotland croissant offerings, they count as not bad at all.
Cheers, Gail.

The Life of Riley said...

Next time you see him, tell Sophie's new French chef friend about your French morning ritual, as he may know where the best croissants in St Andrews are made!

Jean said...

We rely on Picard frozen croissants when we're in the UK, via Ocado. They're better than the local supermarket offerings.

Coppa's girl said...

Cows near your new village - why it's almost as though you haven't left France. You'll just need a field of sunflowers, and you'll feel right at home!
Poor Sophie, she will soon learn that ginger snaps are the last thing that golfers have on their mind.
Croissants aren't really a Scottish, or even British thing, are they? Perhaps 'The Font' will have to start making her own until a reliable source is found.

Anonymous said...

Don't think Ocado has reached Scotland yet. Picard frozen goods made a brief appearance at Perth M&S but Brexit has put paid to that.

Linda said...

You will need to transfer your croissant affection to butteries tho even these are often made with palm oil now. Balgove Larder (William's corner shop) may do a decent croissant - for a price.

Sam L said...

We're very lucky in Bristol to have some excellent bakeries with great pastries - though croissants are usually a stretch in the UK generally.

Been following your blog for a while, but first time commenting - hope the move continues to go well!

Travel said...

Our furry friend will find new interests, her companions may take a little longer

waterdog said...

I trust you will inform us when to switch to the first chapter of “Sophie’s Scottish Adventure”?
JoAnn in Maryland

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Having always enjoyed excellent croissants in Sydney (from the Vietnamese bakery - their skills learned from the French colonials), I think I twice ventured to try some here in the Bonny Land and decided that had to be dropped from my diet. Pastries in general. Which is probably just as well as I look like a rugby ball even without all that stuff! I, too, wonder that The Font hasn't added that to the kitchen repertoire. YAM xx

Bailey Bob Southern Dog said...

In the second photo Sophie looks as if she is smiling, and welcoming us all in to her new home!

Fay said...

I am certain Sophie would be glad to taste test any croissants you try...

rottrover said...

What is it with golf attire?

Jake of Florida said...

Love the "you Scotch guys are so friendly." Combined with the outfits, a memorable moment.

Kippy said...

One thing is for sure, the American golfers’ attire will make them easy to spot in the Course.
Perhaps the French chef makes croissants and or will make some for you?

The Bougalou Bear said...

If Picard is available in Scotland, I highly recommend the mini- croissants.
Less fatty than regular size ones and very light and flaky.
Looking forward to the move into the new house.

50 and counting said...

Introduce Sophie to Rowies, aka Aberdeen morning rolls, aka butteries.

A good one is a thing of beauty.

Taste of France said...

Like you, we have become quite the croissant snobs (or is it "connoisseurs"?). There's one baker in town that has good ones most of the time (some days are a bit tasteless), but their best can't hold a candle to the ones at the bakery in our old village, which could bring tears of ecstasy. I drove through the village the other day and my car pulled into the parking lot all by itself, I swear. I got one of their amazing baguettes, but the only croissants on offer were "nature"--with margarine, not butter. Their second-rate croissants are better than most bakers can dream of achieving, but I was able to decline, hoping to score butter croissants another time.
While staying with family in the U.S., our hosts got a big box of croissants from the supermarket. We didn't touch them. Abysmal. The rest of the family was very excited that our presence meant the inhabitual appearance of croissants.

Teena and Lala said...

One very happy PON girl.

Scotland is suiting Miss Sophie.

xx