For the last week the weather forecast has been warning of imminent snowmageddon yet each day has been bright and fair. Perhaps the storm will pass us by and move further south ? As we hit the beach a large orange dinner plate moon is setting behind the hills. Off to the East the sun is already well up over the horizon. The six deer who live in the trees by the pond have been joined by a (much) smaller seventh. I think that before long we may see an eighth and ninth join the herd. This new arrival puts a spring in my step. All is well with the world. Sophie glares at the deer but knows that there is little point in giving chase. Somethings are too fast - even for her.
Sunday, March 5, 2023
The eye of the storm.
Sophie and Angus walk back through town. At this time of the morning there's no sign of tourists at the cathedral .
The students won't appear for at least another couple of hours. Badly parked bikes a sign that they do exist.
New notices have appeared on all the lamp posts giving due warning that streets will be closed and cars towed during the upcoming Netflix 'filming'. Next week will be relatively quiet but the week after will see the outside shoots and major disruption. The owner of the cafe where the Prince met his bride to be is restoring the look of the place to how it was 20 years ago. The tenants of the wee house in town will be in the eye of the storm. The rather dour church elder will join the two village ladies as an 'extra'. He is to wear a brown work coat and a flat cap while standing by an old truck. His sole remit is to look 'authentic'.
We stop off at the butchers to buy some sausages and bacon for Sunday breakfast. He is busy preparing the lunch orders. I note that fillet steak is £70 a kilo - half the price of sirloin in the hotel. Sophie gets some tiny slivers of steak. These are gratefully - and enthusiastically - devoured.
What an amazing photo : https://twitter.com/Culture_Crit/status/1631419364762058759