Apres le deluge .... Sun !

This morning there's a solitary goose paddling on the small lake that's formed in the potato field. The other geese and the assorted sea birds have resumed their journey south leaving it alone. I'd have to say that the goose doesn't seem in the slightest perturbed. There is an almost imperceptible hint of a frost ring forming around the edges of the lake. 

A glorious sunrise as seen from 'The Fonts' cabin. The small lake in the potato field can be see on the left of the photo. The cabin is a 3 metre by 3 metre cube and is as non-aerodynamic as any structure can be. I thought it might suffer in the recent gales but having been hugely over engineered it has come through its windy baptism unscathed. We are still unsure why such a climatic 'event' should have occurred in our normally tranquil backwater.

The sun has brought the dog walkers back to the beach.

A steady flow of tourists are out on the pier. Tourists are never out on the pier this early. They seem to be a mixture of French and Spanish  so I guess they're tour groupers enjoying  these first glimpses of blue sky after being incarcerated in their hotels with the rain over the weekend. 

A group of six ladies in swimming hats are doing aerobics in the sea water pool. Two black labradors join them. One of the labradors is wearing a flotation vest. The ladies and the labradors seem to be enjoying themselves in equal measure. One of the labradors has a stick which he holds high as he paddles out to show his mistress. He does this repeatedly.

Usually we have Starbucks to ourselves. Not today. There's a queue of caffeine deprived students and locals that stretches from the cash till and spills onto the pavement. We take a seat at an outside table and watch the world go by. It is almost comfortable in the sun although wooly hats are now de rigeur. The Coronation bunting which has brought a little red, white and blue colour to the shopping street has finally succumbed to the weather. The strand by the town fountain has been almost completely stripped of its small triangular 'flags'. A few survivors dangle forlornly mid-strand. 

So starts a Monday morning in a  little town on the North Sea.

This is played on the car radio as we head home. It is the first song Angus can ever remember hearing. 'The Font' doesn't think it made its way to Sweden : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZANKFxrcKU

And here's an answer to a question I'd never thought of asking :https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0010945223002459