The geese fly by all morning. They're heading south along the coast. Every minute or so a flock passes over the 'Last wee house before Denmark'. Sometimes there's a large flock of eighty or so. For the most part they come by in twenties or low dozens. Occasionally there's a smaller group of five or six. There's a nip in the air this morning that must have triggered something in their collective consciousness and jolted them into action. I find myself wishing them well. They face hunters and who knows what other dangers on their journey south. The conveyor belt fly past continues until just after noon and then stops. We too are jolted into action by the nip in the air - we shall turn on the heating tomorrow morning.
The carefully tended grass lawns outside chapel - roped off for most of the year - are home to scores of students. Some read studiously but most chat cheerfully away. They are still at that 'making new friends or meeting old ones again ' stage of their life journey. The concept of ' Do not walk on the grass ' is one that is completely alien to the late teenage psyche.
I note that there's a group of students in their red gowns standing outside an exam hall. A group of photographers are clustered round them. Things are being handed out. I'd like to find out what's going on but there's a limit to my nosiness.
Late blooming wild flowers down on the dunes by the shore.
The local cafes have adjusted their menus ( and their prices ) for a student audience. Finesse is not a culinary attribute to be found during term time. The volume driven 'Stack 'em high, sell 'em cheap' approach is what a young audience with cast iron stomachs is looking for. Angus usually pays £3.75 for a bacon roll so the student frequented greasy spoon cafes with bacon rolls at £2.00 are certainly good value.
A young couple are seated on a bench facing the sea. The girl has a chip butty. Has her beau bought this knowing a chip butty is the way to a womans heart ? A mother gull and her hungry chick are intent on sharing this culinary delight. The chick is shrieking as only a seagull chick can. The young couple eventually decide it's time to call it quits when mother gull comes and perches on the back of the bench and stares longingly at the butty. I guess young love under the watchful eye of a hungry mother gull and a shrieking chick is not all it's cracked up to be.
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9 comments:
Lovely, peaceful music for the morning. A bacon roll at £2 is good value indeed these days.
Hari Om
Chip butty is the way to a girl's hips (double entendre intended)...YAM xx
A fine dining menu for students! These will fill them up and give them the energy to study and party till dawn at weekends! The bacon roll is exceptional value. I wonder how many mother gulls feed their young with the same
longing look?
Ah, youth! Wasted on the young . . .
A chip butty in Scotland sounds more interesting than a french fry sandwich in the US!
They say being around young people, keeps you young.
I now get a streaming channel that is all Antiques Roadshow 24/7. Highly addictive. One episode yesterday was from St Andrews. Two red gowned students explained how students wear their gowns depending upon what year they are. It looked like seniors pretty much drape them off shoulders, at waist level. Sort of like the way some kids in the U.S. have their jeans waistband down to hip/nearly falling off level.
I'm sorry, but that big beautiful lawn in fronton the Chapel is just begging for butts to be planted on it! There will be plenty of rain and cold coming to discourage such behavior!
A chip butty is a french fry sandwich? Ugh...
I guess that a Chip Butty is the Scots' equivalent of a Poutine sandwich?
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