The 'lad' strikes again.

 

Darker in the evenings. Six weeks ago it was light until midnight. Now it's getting dark by ten. Our last walk of the day made stressful by kamikaze seagull chicks wandering towards oncoming cars in the twilight. 

The summer school at £7k for three weeks has now started on its second programme. The town once again full of bored looking teens wondering what they've done wrong to been sent to this small grey town by the sea. At the end of three weeks they will of course have settled in, made new friends and be loathe to leave. The school sensibly has a rule that limits enrolment from any one country to 10%. If it wasn't for this I'd reckon that it would become an outlet for  Anglo/American kids. As it is the school seems very popular with Asian parents, if not their offspring.

This morning sixty or seventy motor bikers drive down the street by the cathedral. They're all enjoying themselves although the townsfolk who have been woken at six thirty by this raucous display may not be so happy.

Progress on the garden hut. We can now see what the view from inside will be.

This coming week should see the arrival of the triple glazing. The windows are 10 feet by eight feet and have to come from the workshop in Glasgow. They are also very heavy and have to be held in place by large metal girders that have been sunk into the ground and then concreted in place. Thankfully, by the time the joiners have done their work the metal beams are almost invisible. The glass is designed to darken in bright sunshine so that the temperature inside remains comfortable. We shall see.

On the other side of the house the roof slates are now going on. There was a slight 'accident' on Friday afternoon so more slates will be delivered on Monday. 'Diesel' , the young 'event'  prone lad managed to roll his wheelbarrow into a stack of slates that had just been unloaded from the builders flat bed. Gravity did the rest.