The village has been a busy place this week. In the space of two hectic days the local farmers have managed to harvest the wheat, pea and barley fields. Bales of tightly bound hay dot the landscape. The farmers have now started on the large potato field right in front of the house. One of the farmers twin sixteen year old daughters waves at us from the cab of a tractor. Three Jack Russell noses are pressed up against the cabs glass door. She'll drop off a trailer then go back home and head off to school. No sooner has she passed us than a Ford Transit minibus with Munich plates comes bouncing, slowly, along the farm track. A family of well and truly lost Germans are given directions back to civilization.
I manage to count nine cormorants sitting on the furthest foreshore rocks. At least some of them have survived. There's no sign of the cormorant that waddled across the courtyard earlier in the week. One of the neighbours thinks she saw it fly off into the field where the geese are nesting. We agree that cormorants are masters of the water but completely helpless on land.
Down on the beach the usual cast of dog owners are out and about. This early rising demographic are now joined by the super fit running crowd. It can be assumed that these trim young ladies pounding up and down the sand are students - they run at a speed that hints at university team levels of fitness.
Down by the Old Course there's a lot of activity. A major tournament starts in a weeks time. A hundred new golf carts are being delivered and a small city of tents going up. A group of men in Hi-Viz jackets are installing satellite antennae. Come the start of September this small town of 15,000 souls will suddenly play host to 10,000 students and a similar number of golfers.
A colour coordinated gentleman on the 4th green this morning wearing black, red and white plus fours, red socks, bright red shirt and a cap that matches his plus fours. As he tees off on the fifth he hits the ball into the car park. We watch him head off in search of it. He attempts to clamber over the boundary fence like a teenager but soon thinks better of it. Back here on the coast we're still waiting for the electronic device that operates the roof louvres to clear customs. Maybe it will show up today ?
7 comments:
The sea looks so still this morning!
Hari OM
Dressing as a chef doesn't mean one can make omelettes, right? YAM xx
I had a vision of the town slowly pulsating, expanding and contracting with influxes and exits of people.
Who would think that there would be so much people watching in a small town on the coast of Scotland? Thank you for taking us along.
In Sausalito, California, where we lived for 20 years, we would watch the small town of 10.000 swell by 20,000, particularly when the Japanese economy was strong. We treasured winter, and especially Christmas, when the sidewalks and docks were empty and the sail boats were decorated with colorful lights.
The sky pictures are mesmerizing. We're happy today with power restored via massive generators brought in and even a 30 minute deluge of rain.
I agree with Stephanie about the sky pictures today. Really beautiful. Thank you.
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