Monday morning. The Manhattanites discuss Mar-a-Lago ( again ) , analyze rumours that dismissed Chinese Foreign Minister Qin Gang had been caught in a British honey trap and observe that climate change is experienced in very different ways depending on whether you're in northern or southern Europe. Half way through the conversation the seagull chicks on the neighbours roof signal that they want breakfast. Angus steers the conversation to a close.
I've seen many more people venturing into the sea this year. It is supposedly 3 degrees warmer than average. That might also explain the number of dead jelly fish that are being washed up on the beach.
At a piping contest lots of serious men pacing to and fro while listening , attentively, to the competitors. There is also a dog show which has attracted families ( and their pooches ) from far and wide.
It's clear that many dogs do not like ( and certainly aren't used to ) the sound of the pipes. It must be something to do with the frequencies. One fellow looks at me forlornly as if to say ' Can't you do something about this ?'.
The pipers continue to pipe oblivious to the worsening weather.
The Old Course is closed on what is known in these parts as The Lords Day. In between downpours visiting tourists scurry onto the Swilken Bridge to have their photo taken. This is the ' Holy of Holies' of the golf world. Recently. the town has been inundated with groups of Japanese teenagers on day excursions from Edinburgh. They do their best to hide their boredom. It is presumably the season when youngsters are being sent abroad to hone their language skills. I think they might have preferred a trip to Santa Barbara.
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Yes, I'd say it's definitely warmer here too. 29ºC at the beginning of the morning dog walk and 33º by the time we returned just over half an hour later. We were almost an hour behind schedule this morning, so took the shorter route. Normally we start out around 7:30 a.m. Hotter weather is forecast for later in the week...
I understand the dogs’ distress. My gorgeous pony turned into a quivering jelly as the bagpipes got started, but just loved strutting in time to the music once they were playing properly. My father took an 8mm film of him positively dancing at the head of the final parade of champions. He knew he was special, but it was the music that had him dancing. He kept me sane while at a bleak boarding school. Sixty years later, I miss him still.
I remember a visit with Bertie to the Portsoy Boat Festival. He took all the many other musical offerings in his stride but was most disturbed by the pipe band.
Cheers,
Gail.
PS I have some sympathy with any Japanese teenager underwhelmed by a small bridge on a golf course....
Hari OM
Hmmm, yes, now I am back at the Hutch, the weather is true to form; wet and wetter. Any sunny bits fleeting at best, if at all. I wonder if this means we might actually get a glorious September...? (drifts wistfully into daydream...) YAM xx
The band looks awfully crowded on the bandstand.
Bagpipes can be distressing. At my granddaughter's wedding the piper scared the living daylights out of my 3 year-old grandson when he began playing behind the little boy's back.
Pipes can be a bit disturbing, if you are not used to them.
My eyes lingered on the nicely attired but fierce looking gentlemen, wondering what he was disturbed by..
gentleman...just one.
Perhaps he was one of the piping contest judges, intently focused?
A brass band, a piping contest and a dog show? All at once? What a Sunday!
Jake of F/ Stephanie - I think he might have been unhappy that someone was using their i-Phone rather than concentrating on the piping .
"Someone???"
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