Sunday, May 7, 2023

Fined and cautioned.

 

Good morning from Sophie who can hear the wind beating against the walls and  is not entirely sure that this is a morning to head outside.


Down at the end of the track the sea is in full surge. The seagulls are sheltering inshore. The second day in a row they've done this. Whenever a particularly large wave sweeps in they take wing and circle, squawking noisily, before landing again. We sit on a gate and  watch this theatre for a good ten minutes before heading back home for breakfast. The eiders bob around on the surface seemingly  untroubled by the storm or the sharp rocks. 


In town it's calmer. Yesterdays street bunting, put up for the coronation,  looking a little sodden after the overnight rain. The coffee shops already filling up with golfers and weekend visitors not wanting to pay 5 star hotel prices. 


The start of day church bell ringing has attracted a small but enthusiastic crowd to hear 'God save the King' rung out. Two bus loads of Irish tourists on a day trip from Edinburgh disembark and turn the small crowd into a middling sized one. The Dubliners, recognizing Celtic peculiarities, think this is all great fun. A christening party arrive and get subsumed in the melee. Dogs and dog walkers congregate. There will be a ceremony later on today which the Lord Lieutenant of the county will attend . The bell ringers are making sure they've got their 'peels' down pat. People heading to the newsagents to pick up the morning papers stand on their door sills to see what's going on. Cab drivers swarm in the vain hope that the Irish folk will want to go somewhere .


The new postage stamps bearing the head of Charles III have been issued. We've ordered first day covers to be sent to France. The old mayor, the old farmer and the teenage son of the Anger Management Man have received them. All of them phone to say thank you. The old mayor lets slip that relations between Anger Management Man and the German billionaires builder have deteriorated further. There's been a severe drought in the south of France. The farmers are suffering as crop yields fall.  Filling, or topping up, of swimming pools is forbidden. The Anger Management Man thought he could get away with topping his up in the small hours of the morning. Little did he know the builder was watching him. He was 'reported' and his water meter was read by the gendarmes . He was fined and cautioned. This, as you can imagine, was not well received.

8 comments:

Coppa's girl said...

Looking at that rough, grey sea, it certainly a day to tempt only the hardiest outdoors. Who can blame Sophie for wanting a lie-in?
More drama from deepest France profonde - it seems much more exciting than your encounters with Archie the arthritic Labrador!

Anonymous said...

Loved the picture of the rough sea and the birds. It was nice to hear a little bit of news from France. We thought that it was such a lovely thing that you and the Font did in sending those stamps.
Wendy (Wales)

EAS said...

With the title and Sophie’s mugshot, I started to imagine that she was somehow fined and cautioned. Preposterous - I know! So nice to hear of France and the villagers. Are you still expected to host the son?

Travel said...

Raging waves, raging tempers, there is a theme here.

Jake of Florida said...

How lovely to hear a few words about the French folk we all grew to care about so much. Can't help but wonder if the old mayor also let slip any thoughts about how the new owner of the Rickety Old Farmhouse is integrating into the town.

Angus said...

Jake of Florida - The Parisian couturier is fitting into deepest France profonde exactly as you might expect.

rottrover said...

THAT is a stormy sea! I, too, enjoyed hearing news from deepest France profonde. Ay news of the mayor's wife?

Anonymous said...

Love the first photo. So nice to hear about the French village people.