No doubting we're back in Scotland. It pours ( heavily ) all night and the wind howls round the eaves like a mad thing. This morning we wake to find that the weather is a little better behaved. The thick layered cloud has gone as has the torrential rain but the wind is still doing its thing. On the otherwise deserted beach we meet Archie the arthritic labrador and his owner. Archie is getting a little old now and despite injections he's finding it difficult to get up into the back of the car. We promise to pass on the dog ramp so he doesn't have to strain his back legs.
With its tangled fur the Scottie by the cathedral is supposed to look as if it's been out in a St.Andrews gale. How apt.
I like the eyes on this one. They reflect the breeds penchant for mischief mixed with irrepressible happiness. I'm less sure about the colour scheme.
As we head back into town we pass a young lecturer taking three super exuberant youngsters on a bike ride. I'm guessing the youngsters have woken early and their mother has said something along the lines of ' They're your kids. You do something with them'. Five year old twins and a three year old on bikes, on a cliff top path, in a gale. Now, that's a combination that provides a full pre-breakfast cardiovascular work out. To make matters even more exciting the three year old is making a bee line for the steep path that leads down to the harbour.
The lady who owns the modern restaurant by the old church is already hard at work setting up for the student brunch crowd. She's not above getting her hands dirty and is sweeping the pavement outside her front door. There's a small pink 'Barbie' Scottie in her window. This has been very popular with tourists who have been flooding into the restaurant as they follow the Scottie trail. Takings are up.
I think this latest sighting means we've found all of the Scotties in town.
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I like both Scotties and think the red and turquoise one, though not necessarily an attractive colour combination, will bring cheer on a miserable day. They all look pristine, does someone go out and clean them each day?
The museum at Kettles Yard looks worth a visit.
Coppa's G - I think the North Sea weather cleans them thoroughly every day !
Hari Om
Barbie Scottie would fit in well at Kettlesyard! YAM xx
The youngsters on bikes obviously enjoy living dangerously.
Not sure about Swirly Scottie. Airman Scottie is still my favourite.
Cheers, Gail.
The windswept Scottie is quite dizzying.
My great nieces came from the west coast last week to bag them all.
A propos the Sikorsky bust, did you know there was a big population of Poles introduced to St Andrews in the war? Hania Allan’s detective novels refer
Anonymous - Yes. There is still a large contingent of 3rd generation Poles in town. Soldiers stationed here who married local girls.
I like the windswept Scottie. The Barbie Scottie would not be for me, but it's well done and certainly captures the spirit of the times. The Scottish wind seems to be a thing in Glasgow as well - if my son calls me on his walk back from class, I can sometimes hardly hear him for the noise the wind makes.
Windswept Scottie looks like 'bad acid trip Scottie.' Yikes! Barbie Scottie, with her blue eyes, captures a certain mood of the summer, 2023. Your weather is wild, and I know it's only beginning! At least so far it seems to be stormiest at night. I so enjoy checking en every morning!
In the 1960's in St Andrews High School...a Catholic school in Kirkcaldy a town in Fife not far from St Andrews... I had lots of Polish, Italian and Irish friends all descended from men who came over during the war. They arrived either as airmen(Poles), prisoners(Italians), or looking for work in the mines(Irish). My father was one of the Irish group. It made for very interesting culture mixes among my teenage friends. Lots of descendants still around.
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