107 metres.

 

It can't be seen in the first photo but out at sea they're building  a huge new wind farm. The closest turbine mast is ten miles from the shore and , when finished, there's going to be hundreds of them. Each will be as high as the Rockefeller Centre and they'll stretch all the way across the horizon from the Bell Rock down to the Forth of Forth. Another wind farm is planned to the immediate north of this one. The University Professor out walking the arthritic Irish Wolf Hound says that a single sweep of the blades can power a home for 48 hours. He also tells me that the newest models have blades that are 107 metres in diameter and their casings weigh 800 tonnes. This is a lot of information to digest at six in the morning so I thank him and head back to the house. As I go three flocks of geese coming circling by. I can feel the change in air pressure as they pass overhead. Let's hope the wind farm has been sited well away from the birds migratory routes.

Behind us the landscape has now settled into the Scottish autumn palette of green and gold and blue. September ( along with May ) is perhaps the balmiest time in the north.

Angus heads down to Edinburgh on the fast LNER train. It is punctual to the second. Edinburgh is not only sunny but warm. In fact it's borderline hot. The Festival throngs have gone leaving the town with a slightly hung over feel. In Princes Street Gardens I watch a Chinese family take photos of themselves and their daughters dogs.

Angus goes to the tailor for a suit fitting. This takes all of five minutes. While waiting I talk with the folks in the cutting room. There used to be a dozen of them. Now there's only three. ' Young people these days don't want to learn a trade. They just want to go to university and then straight away get a job behind a desk paying £80 thousand a year ' says one gentleman of a certain age. There are also three ladies who still make those wigs that judges wear. That's a specialist skill set that may also die out when they retire.