Sophie starts her day with a manifest sense of duty. There are crows to chase, overly familiar Jack Russells to ignore and a village pig to be warily glared at. A girls work is never done. The PONettes tasks are borne lightly in the sure and certain knowledge that there will be a trip into town for a bowl of water and a de-chocolated Jaffa Cake. Duty has its rewards.
We park by the town bandstand. A hundred yards or so down the road there's an open garden door. On the other side a group of early rising students seem to be hitting each other with sticks. Perhaps it's one of those esoteric oriental martial arts ? Sophie is keen to greet the students but is encouraged along. We are amazed that students would be up and about this early.
Further along the road there's a long, high wall. It has a dozen or so spear points jutting out above it.
On the shore side of the road a truly hideous Victorian house. Scots baronial at its worst - heavy and lumpen. Long ago the cost of heating a monstrosity like this forced out the last tenants and it was taken over by the university. One side is Moral Philosophy, the other Logic and Metaphysics. The view from the inside looking out over the sea must be wonderful.
The early rising pretty girls and the sword wielding boys might have been getting ready for this or, more probably, for the St Andrews day festivities. St.Andrews is a town of historical 're-enactments'. :https://www.facebook.com/thekatekennedyprocession/videos/549207220203420/