Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Red swim caps.

As we set off from the village we pass the farmers wife heading down to the shore with the three Jack Russells. Puppy leads the way, her two sisters follow on behind. Four deer watch them from the far side of the field. Puppy is too engrossed with something in the tall grass to notice them. The elder sisters, being sensible farm girls, have long ago discovered that chasing deer isn't worth the effort.

' The Chariots of Fire ' beach completely empty this morning apart from three ladies enjoying an early morning dip. The beach here is very shallow. Ideal if you have young children but it requires a long, long walk through the cold water before it's deep enough for an adult to swim in. The three ladies seem oblivious to the discomfort. The sound of their laughter drifts back to the shore. All of them are wearing identical red bathing caps. Perhaps they're part of some sort of club ?


I'd thought we'd seen all the Scotties but there's another one on the grass by the Abbey walls. This is a place where it's seen by commuters into town and by school children heading off to their morning classes.


This Scottie has been sponsored by a banana importing company. It's a quiet design bordering on the sensible although why the dog has a purple moustache escapes me.


All through the peak tourist season the cathedral has been  fenced off. A piece of stone from one of the remaining 14th century towers fell during a storm. Health and Safety immediately got to work and closed much of the place off to the public. Weeds grew everywhere. Now the tourists have gone the grass cutters have returned and work has started on securing the fabric. A large crane with an extendable arm is now parked in front of the 'dangerous' tower.  Even more fencing has been put up.


The room where the Scottish parliament used to meet has been hosting a conference . Although it closed last night the signs are still out this morning. Could it be the philosophers were partying until late ?  There's always something going on in a small town like this.


7 comments:

Taste of France said...

A purple mustache makes as much sense as banana-peel gaiters.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Look up Billy Connolly's Banana Boots... he sported a purple beard and tache and wore stripey trews during that part of his career. The boots are now in a Glasgow museum.

And one should never underestimate a Crow... YAM xx

Angus said...

Taste of F + YL - Thank you. And there was I thinking this Scottie was just an advertising gimmick.

jabblog said...

I have long been a fan of corvids. They are fascinating and very intelligent.

Jake of Florida said...

I feel.smarter...perhaps not as smart as a crow...after looking up Banana Boots and finding an article in The Scotsman. I discovered Billy Connelly a while back in Quartet, one of my favorite movies, but didn't know much else about him. Angus, thank you!

rottrover said...

Having never heard of Billy Connally, I just went down a YouTube rabbit hole. Thank you, YAM, and of course Angus! What a morning laugh I've just had. And surely that's a Banana Boots Scottie!

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