Rarely change.

3 degrees this morning but it seems colder. Much colder. The strong wind whipping in from the north adds a sharp  'bite' to our morning walk. We've been up early for a call with the dark suited Manhattanites. Jim Jordan, Gaza, New Zealands change of government  and todays (important ) Polish elections were all discussed. After that the windy walk and the half dozen deer grazing on the beach provide the perfect mind clearing antidote. One of the villagers is having solar panels installed in her garden. The delivery truck is too long to navigate the sharp right angled corner by the potato barns. As we head into town a small crowd has formed . The retired GP thinks the truck can make it round the corner. His wife - and the truck driver - disagree. We leave them to it.

In town more signs that Halloween is approaching.

On the steps outside the old hall of residence two pumpkins stand guard.

One has survived the impromptu  Saturday night touch football game.

The other hasn't.

On the street facing the beach the municipal gardeners have removed all the bedding plants. A sure sign frost has a starring role in our immediate future. Next to the empty flower beds a seagull is standing on the lawn determinedly tapping its feet to attract the worms to the surface.

We find another small Scottie on the pavement outside the students union. It's difficult to catch on the i-Phone but it looks fun. 

By the time we leave Starbucks the streets are already getting busy with jet lagged  American golfers adjusting (badly ) to the time difference , students going to the beach for a dip and sports teams heading off to their Sunday morning fixtures. As it gets colder hats are making a big comeback. 

So starts a Sunday morning in a small town where daily routines rarely change.

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