Curlews.

After last weeks heavy rains a small lake has formed in the potato field. This has become home to four curlews who spend their day wading balletically through it. This morning the curlews have been joined on the lake by a flock of late migrating  terns. They aren't expecting to be disturbed this early in the morning and glare at us as we head past them down the path .

Town busy. The streets solid with students cycling to their first lecture of the day.  All the free parking spots at the cathedral end of the road are taken . We  use the app to pay for a  spot down by the library and head off to get in the queue at Starbucks. Ahead of us three girls are noisily quizzing a fourth about why she's become so infatuated with a third year Med student named  'Harry'. We are called to the counter to order before we can hear her defence of the young man . From the inflection in her friends voices we gather that 'Harry' is not universally approved of.

Angus has been up early chatting with the super smart Los Angelenos. We all agree that unexpected things happen when righteous anger explodes into blind hate.

Halloween in the air. The first pumpkins appear outside front doors.

The little old lady with the Westie crosses the road in front of us. Shopkeepers shout out 'Good morning' but she's concentrating on where she's going and is oblivious to them. The Westie is no longer wearing his cone and she has moved from her light weight red coat to her  black winter one. Having made it across the road she sits on the bus shelter bench to ger her breath back. The wee Westie settles down happily for a nap at her feet.

So starts a sunny Friday morning in a small peaceful North Sea town. Peace and good governance are overlooked blessings.