A perfect morning. We head south to the wee fishing town and park on the street next to a Swedish registered Volvo that is rather the worse for wear. How do you do that to a car ?
Sophie is full of the joys of life and leads the way, happily, down to the harbour. We have found a place that cooks lobster to order. It's the same place that does the dressed crab for the grocer. Demand is high and supply dependent on the weather and the tides so you need to get your orders in early for a six pm pick up.
We stop to read the town notice board. The minutes of town meetings, anywhere in the world, are always intriguing. Seems that here car parking continues to be a particular challenge. So, it would seem, is speeding. One civic minded resident has volunteered and is being trained on community speed watch. The problem is that 3 residents are needed to form a team - one volunteer to capture the speed, a second to note down the registration number and a third to 'watch overall'. Angus wonders how you risk assess a 'speed watcher'.
We find a wee cafe that opens at sunrise and serves coffee. It has a cosy terrace that's sheltered and overlooks the harbour. Sophie, who is looking more presentable this morning, is greeted like a long lost friend. She is fed part of the proprietresses bacon roll. Forget croissants ! Beat a bacon roll if you can ! It goes without saying that Sophie's human companion is ignored.
Political correctness is alive and well. The first graders school is flying a flag that is half Ukrainian, half Union Jack. I don't think I've ever seen this combination before . Perhaps flying the UK and Ukrainian flags side by side might be a better solution ? I'm guessing that the locals have taken in a number of Ukrainian refugees and that this is a gesture of welcome to the littlest ones. From the number of Ukrainian flags that are flying in local front gardens it would seem that events to the East are followed closely.