Dog walkers out in force this morning enjoying the sunshine. Real Scottish weather - sunny one minute, cloudy the next. Tickets for the golf tournament go on sale today so the town is already busy with visitors. Parking is a nightmare. The queue from the ticket office window snakes past the clubhouse and up the hill to the Martyrs monument. Most tickets are sold on line but some are reserved for those who'll make the effort to turn out and pick them up in person. There is much sharing of golf stories among those waiting. I'd reckon half of the folks say 'Good morning' as we pass. This is a place where lifes little proprieties still matter.
The little old lady with the Westie is part of the daily townscape. Every morning at exactly the same time she wanders along the street past the bakers and then turns sharp left by the newsagent and heads off towards the cathedral. Sometimes she stops and leans against a shop doorway to get her breath. The Westie walks alongside her. They move very slowly and deliberately. Every three steps the wee fellow pauses so that his mistress can catch up. This morning I note that the Westie is wearing a cone. This seems to leave him completely untroubled.
As he turns the corner a young woman with a black dog is walking briskly towards him. He makes it quite clear that this is his street and that he's guarding his mistress. Westies can make a surprising amount of noise for such a small bred. This interplay makes me laugh. He is a small feisty bundle of determination.
A bunch of flowers on a bench . I don't think I've ever seen this done anywhere else. There must be someone in a local government department tasked with putting out these floral tributes. They never seem to get stolen.
We stop off at the Italian coffee shop by the divinity school. The first of the golfers have bought their passes and are now heading back to their cars. The street cafes already busy with customers celebrating their success with a cappuccino.
So starts a September morning in a small Scottish coastal town. One of those old places where nothing ever happens ... but something ( if you take the time to look ) always does.
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