Muted dress code.

 

Warm ( by Scottish standards ) but overcast. Despite the early hour the golf courses are already busy with townsfolk and students. We pass a large group of cheerful and talkative Spanish golfers heading off to the first tee. They are all 'colourfully' dressed. Green is clearly the in colour for Spanish golfers. There must be a dozen different shades on display - most unknown to nature. Their no holds barred colour schemes stand out in contrast to the locals who tend towards a more muted dress code.

Sophie wanders off to investigate a large strand of kelp that has washed ashore. Life , for a PON, is never boring although she is quite clearly disappointed that the kelp is not edible.

Salt water and humid air do little to generate that pristine  'Kennel Club' look. In the back of the car Sophie is toweled, briskly, dry. Much of the water and sand , but not all, is removed. By the time we make it to the Jaffa Cake cafe she has stopped looking bedraggled and has reverted to looking merely 'unkempt'. 

We're the first clients in the Farm Shop. In fact we're the only clients in the farm shop. 'The Font' wants a bottle of Noilly Prat for a prawn risotto. It is not as easy to find as you might think.

Mushrooms start to make an appearance.

This is playing on the car radio as we come home :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9CD48sDUoA

So starts a quiet Thursday on the North Sea coast with a lively and inquisitive Polish Lowland Sheepdog lady. Today we await the delivery of the Simnel Cake.