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.