The cheerful BBC weather man informs his listeners that ' it's a chilly minus 12 degrees this morning in parts of the Highlands'. Angus ( in another sign he's turned into his father ) has taken to talking back to the radio and tells the announcer that ' minus 12 isn't so much chilly as perishing'. The cheerful radio voice goes on to advise motorists that jackknifed lorries have closed the snow and ice covered carriageways on the main motorway between the North of England and Glasgow. Police are advising travelers to avoid Cumbria.
Town is quiet. The students are now in peak panic mode. Two weeks of exams start tomorrow. On Sunday mornings the cafes are usually home to late returning party goers seeking a caffeine remedy for their Saturday night excesses. This morning there's not a soul to be seen. Outside the cheese shop there's a wooden box containing Amalfi lemons. We consider buying a kilo but defer the decision until later in the day when it's warmer.
So starts a quiet Sunday morning in a small Scottish coastal town.
Surprising Sunday morning music :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRzI8y-EJJ0
Next generation medicine :https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-023-03777-x
10 comments:
That anthrobot article is exciting. Your comment about stories woven into buildings strikes a chord here. Surrounded by modernity on my sojourn in Singapore, and indeed while working in London I have sometime wondered which if any of our modern designs will be heritage buildings of the future. Maybe the answer lies in those that have the best stories designed into them. Is that even a criteria for building design?
Bobble hats can be festive as well as practical headgear for the current weather conditions.
Cheers, Gail (still enjoying a frosty weekend of blue skies and crystal clear, still air in Torridon).
The flavour of a good coffee is down not only the quality of the beans, but the water used to make it. That's something we were told years ago in Barbados, which boasted it had the purest water in the world. At one time we would bring water back from Sweden, as well as coffee, and came home with at least half a dozen 5 litre plastic containers in the back of the car.
Coppa's girl, I can relate - my husband insisted on buying Italian water in Japan, just for making coffee. Fortunately, he thinks our free French water is OK as well. The French do take coffee seriously, at least in terms of quantity. The workmen at our house drink many cups of espresso every day and insist that we must do so as well. They actually bought a pod machine and installed it in our summer kitchen before we arrived. Meanwhile, my son arrived back from Glasgow on Friday evening and is receiving many messages from friends telling him he's missing the excitement of snow. (He seems OK with this.)
Stay warm, love the posts.
Italian coffee beats Starbucks anyday! I love looking up at buildings. Lots of treasures to be see above eye level.
Thank you for your posts, I look forward to them every day
Thank you for the glorious music. Angus conversing with the radio made me laugh.
ANGUS, you are not alone in conversing with the radio. I also converse with the television.
Love the pictures of the buildings. The one across the alley from the Central cafe used to be The British Linen Bank when I was a student there...66...and was where I learned my first lessons in banking and budgeting. As important,perhaps more so, as the French and German lectures I attended.Thank you for your great blog even though it makes me homesick every time I read it...but in a good way.Megan in N. Wales.
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